Jerome rose and pulled together his wardrobe. He returned to his chair and

looked at the gentle rise and fall of Anna’s nearly perfect breasts. Theodore’s

long black cock was still lodged in the white wife’s stretched pussy. His cum was

dripping out her hole and coating the tops of her white silk hose. After several

minutes Theodore pulled his long cock from the warm passageway of the beautiful

lady and squeezed the remaining contents on her upper thighs. Smiling he too

returned to his chair.

With her alcohol fogged brain Anna finally opened her eyes to the bright office

lights. She could feel the two black’s spunk over her body. Her tender nipples

were red and swollen and her previously tight and seldom used woman chamber was

stretched and dripping with black cum. She drug herself to a sitting position

and felt the warm liquid leak from her stretched lower lips and coat the inside

of her new skirt. Groggily she looked over to her smirking boss.

Never had her husband Jim given her such pleasure. Her mind returned to the

picture of Jerome punching each of her birth control pills out of their pouch.

The fertile black sperm dripping from her stretched hole today will not make her

pregnant but……… what about tomorrow ?

On unsteady feet she rose and meekly asked Jerome, “May I go clean up Mr. Bettis

?”

Jerome looked at the disheveled forty year old white wife and his cock twitched

again. She was such a beautiful lady; and she was his.

“If you drink another full glass of whiskey; you may clean yourself….” was the

reply from Mrs. Anna Belvoir’s superior.

Wearily, Anna walked to the right side of the desk where the nearly empty whiskey

bottle rested. With unsteady hands she poured herself another glass of the brown

liquid. She swayed back and forth in front of her two black fuck masters. Her

blouse was still unbuttoned and hung open exposing her white breasts with the red

fuck marks gleaming in the early morning light. A large fist sized cum stain

coated the front of her navy blue skirt. Theodore’s sticky black cum dripped

from her permanently stretched hole and coated her white silk hose. She had

discarded her four inch white heels and her eyes were having a hard time

remaining open. Her excessive forced consumption of potent Kentucky sipping

whiskey made her distraught mind swirl. When her mind did return to a minute of

reality she blamed the whiskey…… for her wantonness with her new black boss

and his black client.

“Drink your whiskey Mrs. Belvoir,” Jerome ordered.

Anna’s eyes turned to her boss…… her new black master. With shaking hands

she brought the glass to her lips and let the vile liquid slide down her throat.

The brown liquid burned as it made it’s journey. When the glass was drained Anna

…End of the part14. To be continued..

set of black fingers tighten on the elastic at the top of her panties. She

closed her eyes again as she felt the white lace being pulled ever so slowly over

her tight butt cheeks.

Jerome leaned close and with his lips only inches from her right ear softly

asked, “Have you ever felt a black cock.. A cock from a real man ?”

The alcohol fogged mind was confused. The panties continued to be slowly pulled

from her hips. The sensitive nipples were being twisted between fingers and

thumb……

“Take my cock out Anna….” Jerome whispered.

Anna tried to reason. She could not comprehend her current plight. She felt

her hands drop to her side and then reach slightly forward. At the first contact

she could not comprehend the length of the hard pipe that her fingers tried to

encircle. “This could not be a man’s penis,” her mind tried to reason.

She stretched her fingers trying to gain the leverage to encircle the huge

menacing organ. She could not imagine that a man could have such an appendage.

Her mind flashed back to the previous night and her husband’s pitiful manhood

that emptied itself inside his pants.

Anna released the hard throbbing organ and searched for Jerome’s belt and zipper.

She pulled on the buckle of the belt and at the same moment felt her panties

drop from her knees to the carpeted floor. Frantically she pulled the belt back

and felt the prong slip from the little hole. She then found the zipper at the

instant the tip of the second black man’s finger tip pushed up into her steaming

lips. “Oh MY GODDDD,” she screamed.

She struggled with the zipper but was able at long last to pull it down. As the

metal slipped down she felt the hot flesh of Jerome’s black manhood flop against

the back of her delicate hand. Turning her hand over she seemed to weigh the ten

inch steel bar. She could not encircle the black flesh with her delicate hands.

Her mind drifted back and forth from her alcoholic stupor and tried to imagine

how massive was her Superior’s manhood.

Anna kept her eyes closed. She was afraid she would pass out if she opened them.

The one black intruding digit was joined by a second one. It sawed into her

tender flesh as she tried to escape the invasion by standing on her tip toes.

“Spread yourself for me,” ordered the seated black client.

Anna could not resist any longer. She spread her long tapered legs….the only

limitation was the white lace panties binding her ankles. The black fingers

sawed in and out of Anna’s over flowing pussy. As the fingers spread her tender

lips she grabbed the hard black cock in her hand and gripped the organ as hard as

she could. Absently she started milking the long black organ in the same rhythm

as the tormenting fingers buried deep in her hole.

…End of the part12. To be continued..

morning.

Although the law firm was one of the oldest and most prestigious in Memphis,

Tennessee it had several financial reverses during the last three years. Up

until the arrival of the 30 year old black attorney the mood of the personnel was

decidedly on edge.

The turn about had taken place as a result of Mr. Bettis being retained by the

black employees of the Greater Louisiana Oil Company. Several of the white

officers had made rather derogatory remarks about the “black porch monkeys” under

their tutelage. As a result the black employees were on the verge of the largest

out of court settlement in the history of the country. Leading the charge and

final settlement was Mr. Jerome Bettis; former black gang member of the BGE’s and

now a up and coming young attorney; who was also the savior of the old south

white law firm of Wright & Wright.

Although the white law firm was far more racist than the Greater Louisiana Oil

Company they understood business. It was now good business to hire as a full

partner the arrogant Mr. Bettis. The good Mr. Bettis and his new friends at

Wright and Wright were due to receive their one third share of one hundred fifty

million dollars. Even the old line Southern Partners were bowing and bestowing

on Mr. Bettis anything his little black heart desired.

Mr. Bettis walked into the law library of the firm and started shaking hands with

the twelve senior partners. The patriarch of the firm, Mr. Bougehard Wright

welcomed the black upstart with open arms. “Anything that this law firm can

provide to make your work easier is at your disposal…” came the smiling

dribble.

Mr. Bettis had completed his homework on the prestigious law firm weeks ago. The

Research staff was unequaled and the talents of the support staff were the best

of any law firm in the country.

“Let me cut through the bullshit Bougehard. I will make this firm an obscene

amount of money this next twelve months and I will demand perfection…..and

total obedience. First I need a top notch assistant….that will be Mrs. Anna

Belvoir.. That is satisfactory to you isn’t it Bougehard ?” he arrogantly asked.

The senior partner felt his face become red with anger. Anna Belvoir was the

most senior; most competent para legal the firm possessed and she was considered

the private property of the senior partner. Her long lean frame was topped by

beautiful long red hair which she usually wore in a severe bun. Although she

usually wore conservative suits most of the young studs in the law office noticed

the 36-26-36 sleek frame. Her 36C breasts were showing only the slightest of

droop; and were topped by rock hard pencil sized nipples that became hard at the

slightest measure of arousal.

Since her husband Jim, an overworked accountant seldom found the time, energy, or

…End of the part1. To be continued..

“For what?” Where was this going?

“You’re going to take me out dancing…” Her eyes dared me to say no.

“Then let’s go.”

She put the book in her purse and stood up, her dress falling down the
length of her body, looking like it was made just for her. Then she
grabbed my hand and pulled me towards the door.

We went out to a local dance place that she said would interest me. I
paid the cover for both of us. I bought the drinks. There was even a
young man walking around selling roses, so I bought one of those. I
gave it to my lady friend. She smiled, held it to her nose, and then
placed it sideways in her mouth, standing up as she did so. I could
see a very slight drop of blood where a thorn had cut into her lip,
but she didn’t seem to notice.

There was no one on the dance floor as she pulled me up to it and out
to the middle, but that didn’t appear to concern her. The drop of
blood on her lip grew to a small bubble and then rolled lazily down
her chin, leaving behind a red trail. She moved in and started
dancing up against my body, sliding in out away, up and down. Her
hands where on my shoulders caressing my ears and the back of my neck.

So I started moving with her, stepping in and back in synchronicity
with her, swaying my hips side to side. Another drop of blood was
welling up on her lip and as we danced it broke and rolled down her
chin. I reached out with my right hand and caught the drop on my
fingertip, bringing it to my lips to taste. Her eyes sparkled and her
eyebrows twitched up ever so slightly.

The music had taken us and we moved together and the sound flowed and
we danced. Her hands moved down off of my shoulders and down my
chest, rubbing around my nipples which were taut under my shirt. Then
she grabbed my tie and began undoing it. Deftly she untied its knot
and slid it off my neck and over my head.

She held my tie in her hands for a minute, just moving and flowing
with the song, then slid it around my wrists. Before I totally
understood what she was doing my hands were thoroughly tied together
and she held the ends in her fists. She smiled around the rose and a
drop of blood rolled down her chin. With one hand she lifted my tied
hands into the air and with the other she pushed me down to my knees.

Then she danced around me, jerking my hands so that I had to keep
facing her. Rubbing her hips behind against my back and then twirling
around, still keeping my hands in the air, and rubbing her groin into
the back of my head and sliding around to my face. She was turning me
on something fierce, but she kept me on my knees, with my hands tied
together and held above my head. Then she leaned over and kissed me,
transferring the rose to my teeth. I tasted her blood on the stem and
in her kiss, and felt the pinch of the thorn as it poked into my
tongue.

She raised me off of my knees and led me off the floor, slowly untying
my hands as we walked back to our table. When we got there she picked
up her purse, beckoned for me to follow her, and walked towards the
exit.

We left that club and got into my car. She told me to take her to my
place. She wanted to see my autographed copy of “The Living One” it
seemed.

When we got to my place we stepped inside and she went right through
the apartment as if she’d been there before, heading straight towards
the bedroom. I put our jackets in the hall closet, neatened myself up
in the mirror, and headed back that way myself. When I got back there
she was waiting for me, her shoes set to the side of the door, rubbing
her hands through her hair, spreading it out and letting it fall back
to her shoulders. I slid out of my shoes. Her ears showed through so
I reached out a hand to rub along the outer edge. She purred slightly
at my touch, then moved her hand along my arm, across my shoulder and
to the buttons of my shirt, her other hand joining the first one in
perfect timing to meet at the top button. It came undone easily, then
she slid down to the second one. It slid free. Then, with shirt to
hold onto she ripped outwards, spraying the remaining buttons around
the room and uncovering my chest in one hard motion. I stopped
stroking her ear, and looked at her.

Her hands continued moving, sliding the open shirt back and over my
shoulders, forcing my arms down to my sides. The shirt fell away from
her and slid down my arms, getting caught on the cuffs. My hands were
effectively tied behind my back. She moved in for a kiss, locking
lips with me and forcing her tongue into my mouth. There was still a
slight taste of blood in her mouth and, oh god, did it turn me on. I
started ripping at my shirt, trying to get it off, but her hands came
up to my arms and stilled them.

“But…” I started to say, but her finger came up to my lips and she
shook her head, looking me right in the eyes, as if to say “No words.”

She walked me around the side of the bed and layed me down on it,
freeing my hands in the process. I could see that she hadn’t just
been standing there while I was putting away the jackets, as there
were two of my cotton ties lying on the nightstand next to me. She
grabbed one and slid it along my arm, coming to a halt at my wrist and
then wrapping it around. She lifted that hand to the headboard and
secured it in place. She grabbed the other tie and walked around the
bed. I watched her every move, awaiting the moment her skin would
touch mine again.

This time she trailed the tie across my chest, teasing my nipples with
the roughness of the cotton as it slid across. Then she tied my other
hand to the headboard and stepped away, looking at me. There was
nothing I could do but look back. She smiled and slid onto the bed,
sitting on it sideways so as to keep her legs off the bed, bent at the
knee, and her back to me. Her hands swirled around and around my
nipples and across my chest and down to my belly button. There her
lips met her hands.

She kissed downwards until her lips touched the hem of my pants, and
she grabbed it with her teeth and pulled, popping the button open.
She slid her tongue down to the zipper and bit that, pulling down.
Her hands had never moved from where they had stopped when her lips
met them. When the zipper was down her hands moved down to grab hold
of my pants and pull downwards, freeing them from my legs. Then she
stood up and stepped away, looking at my body.

There’s nothing more erotic than to be tied to a bed, while a fully
dressed woman does whatever it is that she wants to you. I was
completely enthralled. And I loved every single second of it.

Once she had looked enough, teasing me by just standing there, she
came back to the bed, only this time she slid all the way onto it,
sliding her feet underneath my knees, straddling my waist. Her dress
hiked up to conform to her position and rubbed against my erect penis
sending shivers coursing through my body. I looked up at her and saw
the light through her hair, making it look as if her head was
surrounded by a long, luxuriant, liquid fire which draped down to my
chest, burning me with each touch. My skin tingled everywhere her
hair touched. So she just dangled it for a little while, allowing it
to trail around my chest, leaning back occassionally to rub it along
my legs and feet. Her hips ground against mine ever so slightly.

Then she leaned forward and kissed my right nipple, her tongue
slipping out and wetting my skin, flicking back and forth. Her lips
slid across my chest to my left nipple which she bit down on, bringing
blood instantly. I thought I would scream, but she eased up and moved
back to my right, kissing ever so gently. She kissed her way back to
my left, an inch at a time, then bit down again, bringing sharp pain.
She went back and forth between my nipples like this for awhile,
alternating between pain and pleasure, sometimes biting the right, and
sometimes biting the left. I never knew which one she was going to
hurt, so I looked forward to feeling the light kisses, and was pleased
when instead she bit down. The pain became something more erotic and
dark with each bite. And still her hips ground against mine.

She moved up to my neck biting slightly, and kissing alot. Then she
ran her tongue up to my ear and around the rim, then inside to the
center swirl by swirl, taking her time, until her tongue was probing
the hole. Her lips slid around my whole ear and her teeth sank slowly
into the dangling lobe, pulling on it while biting down harder. The
swaying of her hips increased in pace.

Then she moved her mouth away from my ear and up along my temple and
across my forehead, kissing me ever so lightly. Her tongue ran across
my eyebrows. Then she lightly ran it across my eyelids, one at a
time, very gently so that I could barely feel it. It was fire. The
motion of her hips increased and the cotton of her dress was rubbing
against my cock urgently.

She arched her back up as she rocked her hips, and her thighs squeezed
mine, and her hands ran through her hair spreading it out and letting
it drop back a strand at a time. She was in complete control.

And just when I thought that I could take no more she stopped her hips
and slid her body down my legs until her face was in my crotch. She
blew one short quick burst of cold wind along the length of my penis
and that was all I could take. My legs tensed up, my arms tightened
and the ties strained against the headboard, my stomach muscles
contracted, my eyes squeezed shut and I came, erupting along the
length of my body, just reaching my chin with the first shot.

She slid her body slowly upwards along mine, her tongue gathering in
my cum as she moved closer to my face. Finally her tongue flicked my
chin, grabbing the last drop, and she leaned in to kiss me,
transferring some of my own cum back to me. I kissed her and took it
all, tasting some of the blood from my nipples mixed in with the
bittersweet juice.

She undid my hands and picked up her shoes, heading towards the door.
I scrambled to pull on my pants before she got out, but when I left
the bedroom the front door was already hanging open. I ran to it and
looked along the street but she was nowhere in sight. I stepped off
of my porch and went to my car, looking as far down the street to the
right and left as I could.

“Owww! Fuck!” I had stepped on something in my barefeet and it had
punctured my skin. I lifted my foot to pull it out and sticking
there, right in the arch, was the labrys earring that I had seen in
her ear. But she was nowhere to be seen.

“When did he leave?”, she wondered. Suddenly, the phone rang. “This is your
wakeup call,” she heard him say softly. Her pussy was instantly wet at the
sound of his voice. “God, that was good last night,” she whispered. “I love
you,” she blurted out. “You kind of drifted off to sleep so quickly, I
thought I should leave you alone for the night,” he said. “I’m going down to
breakfast now – I would wait for you but I think that you had better get a
move on if you are going to show up in the workshop in time.” he said. She
glanced at the clock and saw he was right. “What time did you leave?” she
asked. “Oh, it was around 2 or so, but you were sound asleep. Did I tell you
that you snore?” he teased. “I do not,” she giggled.

She wanted to hug this man right now but he was on the telephone and she knew
she had to get ready for her work. “I’ll see you in the classroom,” he said.
“You think you can keep your eyes open all day?” he asked. She giggled as he
hung up the phone, but wondered if she would have a problem. She was used to
the 8 to 5 routine but staying up ’til 2, with plenty of the right kind of
exercise, may take its toll. “We’ll have to see,” she thought to herself!

She hung up the phone and headed for the shower. It felt good to have the
warm water rush over her body. As she soaped her body, she thought over last
night’s activities. She knew how wonderful he had made her feel and she began
to think about her husband and children. “How could I do this to Ray,” she
thought. “He’s such a wonderful man and Tommy and Billy – if I would have to
give them up……. Oh God, how can I be so careless?”

She toweled herself dry and began to dress for the day. She suddenly realized
that she was tired; “Oh cripes, and I have to go through this whole day
feeling like this!” she thought to herself. She finished dressing, picked up
her stuff for the meeting and left for the meeting room. Fortunately, it was
in the motel and she dropped by the office for a cup of coffee from the
Continental Breakfast they had set up. She saw some of the food there and
quick grabbed a sweet roll to have with her coffee at the meeting. She
quickly walked down the corridor to the main meeting room.

As she entered, she looked for a familiar face. The meeting had just begun
and the 500 or so attendees were mostly in place. A vacant chair presented
itself in the back row and she slipped in there to prevent disturbing anyone.
As she sat down, she glanced to her right and noticed that she was sitting
next to a tall, trimly shaped blonde lady whom she had really never met but
whose name was quite familiar to her, Garolynn Warren. Garolynn was extremely
attractive, divorced with one child, and eagerly sought after by most of the
men in the agency. Although Janis didn’t know for sure, it was rumored that
she had an occasional affair with different men from time to time.

She found herself a bit jealous of Garolynn because of her beauty and, as she
thought about it, her apparent freedom to have an affair if she so desired.
She knew Garolynn was originally from Montana and wondered if she knew Peter.
“I wonder if she and Peter have had an affair?” she said to herself,
unconsciously. She began to feel a little more jealous just thinking about
it.

Soon it was time for a break and she introduced herself to Garolynn.
Recognizing her position in agency, Garolynn asked if she knew Peter. “Why
did she ask me that?” Janis thought and replied that she had met him once when
he came to the home office to work on some problems. “Well, he sure has been
asking some interesting questions around here,” Garolynn replied, “Besides,
he’s kind of cute, don’t you think?” “What kind of questions?” Janis asked,
choosing to ignore the second part of the question. “Oh, like who’s in charge
and what their qualifications are, what they know about automation, and stuff
like that!” Garolynn replied. “Its refreshing to have people ask those kind
of questions, isn’t it?” Garolynn asked. “Yes,” Janis replied. She notice
that Garolynn was dressed well and had a full bust. She also noticed that she
was more than interested in Peter, which was raising the feelings of jealousy
that Janis found herself harboring.

“Ssssooooo, you can’t make it to class on time,” she heard his soft voice
behind her. “I…. have you met Garolynn Warren,” Janis asked. “Yes, we have
met at a couple of meetings, but I doubt that she remembers me,” as he took
Garolynn’s hand. They shook hands and Garolynn looked him right in the eyes.
Janis could see the flash of electricity pass as Garolynn passed on some small
pleasantries. Since this break signaled the adjournment of the large meeting
into several smaller meetings, Peter suggested that he accompany Janis to the
meeting they were holding. They both bade a “See you later,” to Garolynn and
moved off toward the smaller meeting room.

“What are you my brother’s keeper,” Janis snapped. “Whoa,” he stammered, “I
apologize for whatever!” “Oh, I’m sorry,” she said, “Garolynn was talking
about you and I got a little jealous.” “Jealous? What for?” he asked “I
hardly know the woman – I mean I know who she is but I think this is the first
time that I have actually spoken to her. Good grief – get a grip.” “I said I
was sorry,” she said looking into his eyes. “Ok, ok – apology accepted,” he
whispered, “Can I kiss you here or would over there be better!” She was taken
back by this proposal but quickly realized that he was being facetious -
enough so that she knew he genuinely accepted her apology and held no ill
feelings. “You’re so damn cocksure of yourself, aren’t you?” she asked.
“Hell, no,” he replied “But if it looks that way, far be it from me ever
telling anyone different!”

The rest of the day went by quickly, although Janis began to feel as if she
was going to drop by about 3pm. She grabbed another cup of coffee and in
about 15 minutes began to feel as if she was going to make it through the day.
…End of the part1. To be continued..

slides his hands up and around the edges of the breasts, then towards but not

quite to the nipples. The palms of his hands brush oh-so-lightly across the

nipples, and I lean into the sensation, seeking a more certain touch.

“Naughty!” he declares. “I’ll have to teach you to behave.”

He takes my plait, which hangs down my back to below waist level, and wraps it

around my wrists, fastening the end inside the belt. My head is tilted upwards,

unable to move or see what he is doing. One hand seems to be at the computer,

while the other roams randomly around my front, with no set purpose or

destination in mind — or are both hands there? I can’t tell — my traitorous

body is losing its ability to tell individual touches in the surge of stimulation

being provided.

Then he removes my undies (until now still modestly covering me) and starts

running his hands up and down my inside thighs, again avoiding the centre of

sensation. I start moaning — the suspenseful sensation is taking over my senses,

and my whole being contracts to the spots being teased and touched by his

fingers. Any time I try to move my thighs towards his fingers, he stops, until I

realise what he is about and desperately try to control my trembling urging and

listing and attempt to hold still. For another few eternities he teases and

torments, then with a whispered “Good Girl”, he runs the tips of his fingers over

my clit and along the slit, briefly outlining the labia and sparking the nerves

into unsettled activity, eliciting a loud groan from my tensed throat. Then he

stops again.

I am turned around and laid back on the keyboard of the computer. My hair is

loosened slightly, so my head lies straight, but I am still unable to see

anything below my neckline. My legs are around his middle, as he sits back on his

computer chair and contemplates my position and his assignment.

“Please — touch me” I beg, my skin acutely aware that the most minimal caress

will be more erotic now than many more carnal handlings later.

He shifts in his chair, his hands engaged in cryptic activities, his breathing

controlled and yet as charged as mine.

Then something starts moving over my skin. It’s cool, small — I feel like it is

leaving a trail of sparks behind as again my synapses start firing in response to

the sensation. It glides and rolls over my breasts, pressing moderately on my

nipples and standing them upright and quivering. Slowly it tracks over my

stomach, nestling briefly in my navel before continuing its journey south. I

raise my hips to meet it, wild with a frenzied need to identify the intruder. He

laughs low, amused by my distress and need. The object slides smoothly into the

fold between the thighs and the pudendum, tracks down each valley, rolls across

the bottom and up past the cleft to the top, where it rotates around the clit

…End of the part3. To be continued..

All thoughts of where I was passed from my mind, as I wanted only to
satisfy the craving for sexual fulfillment my body needed. I let one hand drop
from my breast. It slowly passed down my abdomen towards my pelvis. Softly, I
caressed the area of my navel. Making small circles around it before I gave
into desire and slipped it under the elastic waistband of my shorts. I felt the
top edge of my panties, and gently twirled the fine hairs of my pubic mound
which extended above the lace of my panties. I reached further to feel the soft
folds of labia against the silk fabric of my panties. The fine lace of my
panties were soaked with the moisture my vagina was producing. From the outside
of my panties, I gently teased my soaking vaginal lips. They were wet and
sensitive as I ran my fingers over the silken material. My body yearned to be
caressed. Through the wetness of my panties, I continued the gentle massaging
of my labial lips. I yearned to slide my fingers into the depths of my vagina,
but was prevented from doing so by the fine silk of my panties.

I was oblivious to my surroundings. The only sounds I heard were my
own breathing and the crackling of the fire. I was giving into to my pleasure
now. I began to softly moan as the intensity of sensations spread from my
vagina upward into my abdomen. Consumed by the pleasure, I pushed aside the
crotch of my panties and slid my fingers over the folds of my labia. My labial
lips were very wet as I massaged the recesses of my vagina. With my fingers I
formed rhythmic circles around my clitoris. I pressed upon my throbbing
clitoris, pushing and pulling it along my labial lips. The intensity of the
sensations created by the rolling pressure as I slid my fingers along my
clitoris caused a tingling which spread throughout my body.

My other hand continued to caress my breast and nipple, gently
massaging and kneading the tip passionately. I began a gently rhythmic rocking
of my hips against the fingers which teased my clitoris and vagina. I slid my
fingers along the labia of my vagina, extending & forcing them deeply into the
folds of my vagina, and slowly withdrawing them back towards the recesses of my
clitoris. I closed my eyes and concentrated on the waves of pleasure that was
passing from my pelvis towards my abdomen. I began gasping for each breath. My
soft moans were now loud cries of pleasure.

Opening my eyes, and through the haze of my passion I saw him. He was
standing in front of the fire, looking down at me. He smiled as he saw my eyes
look upon him. My orgasm was fast approaching now. He continued to watch me.
I was beyond control, and I could not stop. The burning desire between my
thighs was all my mind could think about. As he watched, I continued to massage
my clitoris and vagina, as my other hand gently stroked and manipulated my
swollen nipples.

But how can I do this? Here I was, bring myself to the heights of
sexual ecstacy before him. I have never masturbated in front of anyone before.
Yet his standing over me seemed to heighten the waves of pleasure that were
building within me. My eyes became glassy, as I fought to hold back the tears.
Tears, I knew I could not contain. I wanted to stop, to not let him see me as I
so intimately caressed myself. But I could not stop, the warm tears rolling
down my checks only heightened my sexual urges.

The fire within my body could not be contained. The aching in my
groin screamed for more. With my index finger I probed deeper into my vagina,
while my other fingers maintained their pressure upon my clitoris and labial
lips. With my other hand, I continued to gently squeeze and knead my nipple.
Through my eyes, I pleading with him to come to me, to hold me and caress me,
help satisfy the burning in my groin and abdomen.

He smiled, and slowly moved towards me. I knew that if he only
touched me I would explode in orgasm. I was moaning loudly now, giving in
totally to the waves of orgasm that were about to overtake my body. He knelt
over me, his arms out stretched. With all my being I wanted him now, at this
moment, just at the onset of my climax. I wanted his hands to take the place of
my own and bring me to climax. I wanted to feel his fingers massage my labia,
to probe the depths of my vagina. I wanted his lips upon my breasts. His
tongue to lick my nipples.

As he approached me, I closed my eyes in anticipation of his taking
me totally. I eagerly awaited the explosion of climax. Just as my body was
reaching its height of orgasm, he reached for me and pulled my hands from my
pants and away from my breasts. He held my arms out, away from my body so I
could not touch myself. I was suddenly deprived of all stimulation. The
heightened explosion of climax was interrupted, halted. I screamed out. My
body trembled. It felt as though all that there was to life came to a halt.
Every nerve, every muscle ached. I crossed my legs tightly, desperately trying
to apply pressure upon my throbbing clitoris. I could feel myself shaking,
trembling, as he held my arms away from my body. The burning that only a short
time before was the heights of ecstasy, was now throbs of pain. My breasts and
vagina ached with desire as I have never felt such unfulfillable yearnings. I
shook violently as my body yearned for climax. A climax now removed. I cried
out pleading with him to release me, to allow me to continue the stimulation my
body so desperately needed. I begged him to allow me to continue to stimulate
myself. He only smiled, and continued to keep me from caressing myself. After
what seemed like forever, he released my arms.

I laid there, gasping, my arms at my sides, looking at the ceiling,
feeling the warm glow of the fire. My breathing was slowly returning to
normal. I looked at him. Nothing needed to be said. He knew what he did, and
the sexual pleasure it caused him was evident upon his face. He sat before me,
and for the first time since he returned to the room, I noticed he was only
wearing a bathrobe. Looking down, I saw his manhood, firm and erect.
Knowingly, he nodded and I slowly reached out to him. I took his large, erect
penis in my hands, and slowly stroked it. I ran my fingers along the length of
it, pausing momentarily at the tip before passing back down the shaft. I looked
up at him, a tear passing from the corner of my eye, as I recalled the passion
and embarrassment of the past moments, when I had brought myself to near orgasm
before him. He smiled again, and I slow brought my head towards his groin. All
thoughts of my own orgasm had passed as I took his penis into my mouth. I now
realized that in his depriving me of climax, he created in me an even greater
desire to give him fulfillment. And as I slid my mouth down the length of his
penis and slowly passed my tongue over the tip and down the shaft, I knew that
whatever else this night brings, he will reach ecstasy.

I heard something on the beach below me and looked over the
railing of the deck. A beautiful lady in her early 30’s was dancing
by herself to the sounds coming from above. She was quite a good
dancer and obviously enjoying her solitary dancing, unaware that
anyone was watching. She moved and swayed to the sounds of “When A
Man Loves a Woman” by Percy Sledge, lost in her memories.

As the final strains of the classic faded, I said, “You dance
divinely, my dear.” She spun her head around, looking for the
speaker; startled. Then as she spun around, she looked up at me and
lost her balance, falling to the ground with a sharp cry of pain as
she twisted her ankle on the unsteady sand.

I ran down the steps to her side. “I am so sorry, I didn’t
mean to startle you,” I told her. “Are you alright?”

“NO, I twisted my damn ankle again,” she replied with a
grimace. “It’s not really your fault. I twisted it a few days ago
and should have known better than to dance on it so soon.”

“Can you walk on it?”

“I don’t think so… I need to put some ice on it.”

“Let me help you up to my apartment; I’ve got an ice pack you
can put on it. It’s the least I can do.”

She stood on her one good leg and put her arm around my
shoulder and tried to hop up the stairs. She was obviously hurting,
so I reached down and picked her up and carried her up the stairs.
She felt good in my arms and I enjoyed the feel of her breast against
my chest. I carried her inside and put her down on the couch; placed
her injured ankle on a pillow and went to get the ice pack.

When I came back, she put her good foot on the floor to give me
room to sit down and tend to her ankle. I gently placed the ice pack
on her foot and let my eyes rum up her bare legs to her cutoff blue
jean-covered crotch. Her legs were spread, and I could see a few
silky hairs peeking from the vee of her sex. I tried not to stare,
but I couldn’t help my self. My eyes traveled on up and I could see
she was not wearing a bra under her tight T-shirt. She was either
horny or cold, because her nipples were as hard as rocks, tenting the
fabric of her shirt. I looked on up into the most beautiful
eyes I had seen in a long, long time. She was smiling slightly.

“Did you enjoy the view?”

“Ah, uh, well, uh… would you like something to drink?” I
stammered, embarrassed at being caught being so obvious.

“Sure,” she replied with a mischievous grin. “Some white wine
would be nice if you have it.”

I stood to go to the kitchen and turned quickly to hide my
growing erection. In the kitchen I reached down and readjusted my
cock. “It ain’t gonna do you any good to get up, boy,” I told it
tersely. “This lady’s hurting and you ain’t got a chance to get any
tonight, so just calm down.” But, as always, he didn’t listen to me.
He had a mind of his own and it was one-track… but at least it
wasn’t so obvious after the adjustment.

I came back into the living room with our drinks and as I
walked toward her she was staring at my crotch. She turned on her
side a bit and patted the couch beside her for me to sit. “You
didn’t answer my question,” she said after she had taken a sip. She
looked at me prettily over the rim of her wineglass. “Did you enjoy
the view? I sure did.”

“I can’t help looking when I am that close to someone as
beautiful as you are,” I replied.

She reached up and pulled my head down to hers. “You’re very
sweet,” she said and kissed me. “Thanks for taking care of me.”

“It’s my pleasure.”

“Not yet it isn’t,” she said and kissed me again, running her
tongue deep into my mouth, moaning softly. We kissed passionately
for a few minutes, then I broke the kiss.

“If you don’t watch out, this is going to get out of hand and I
don’t want to hurt your foot.”

“Let me worry about the damn foot,” she replied. “I’ll let you
know if it hurts, you can be sure of that!” And with that, she
reached down, grabbed the hem of her T-shirt and pulled it over her
head. She shook her brown curly hair as the shirt came off and
dropped the shirt on the floor. She grabbed my head and drew it to
her breasts. I wallowed my face in those glorious mounds of flesh,
licking and kissing them all over. I ran my tongue around and around
…End of the part1. To be continued..

He looked up as she did and their eyes held each other just a little
too long, self-consciously. He smiled at her and she felt a little
embarassed. So she looked down and smiled, brushing the bangs out
of her eyes as she looked up again.

He turned his attention to the pack of Juicy Fruits. As he picked
it up and swiped it across the barcode reader, she could see his
rather muscular hand ever so gently squeezing the pack. She then
pretended the totals display was the center of her attention by looking
up at it, but she could care less how much the cost was. She could
feel him pretending not to watch her, and her cheeks flushed red with
that knowledge. As the numbers flashed on the display, she reached
into the back pocket of her tight-fitting jeans and pulled out her
coin purse.

She then noticed that he was standing there absentmindedly gripping
the pack with his thumb and forefinger of his right hand, moving it
up and down the pack, smoothing out the slight crease he had put in it.
She had become somewhat mezmerized by this motion he was making; he
noticed her interest. She shook her head a little to snap herself
out of it.

As she handed over the coins and withdrew her hand, her fingernails
brushed against the palm of his hand. This was partly accidental, partly
her intention. His hand trembled a little with this exquisite sensation.
He handed back her change and the receipt and made sure his fingertips
brushed the inside of her upturned palm, too. Her face broke into a
wide smile as he did this, and she bit her lower lip to try to hide her
smile at this gesture.

She turned to leave and just as abruptly turned back around holding the
pack and said, “Do you want a stick?” At first, he wasn’t sure if he
had heard her correctly. Then he smiled and said, “Yeah, sure”. There
was no one else in line.

At first she had problems starting the pull-tear that would uncap the
pack. He noticed her difficulty and said, “Here, let me help.” He
reached over and held her hand holding the pack and used his other
hand to start the tear-cord. She noticed his hand over hers was so
much bigger than her own, but it was warm and soft. She had leaned
over toward him during this operation, intently watching him pick at
the tear-cord, and the ends of her soft hair were dancing on his forearm
sending warm sensuous waves through his neck and shoulders. He could
smell a wonderful fragrance around her, of clean soap and lilacs. He
wondered what it would be like to nuzzle the back of her ear.

He withdrew a stick and handed it to her. Then he took one for himself.
At that moment, he realized that he was still holding her hand, and he
let his fingertips “accidentally” glide down the back of her hand as his
hand fell away. He popped the stick in his mouth and began chewing.
She did the same. She stuffed the pack into the pocket of her jeans;
he noticed how tight they were.

She smiled and said thanks and out of shyness again started to walk
away. He smiled and watched her as she left and said, “Come by again
anytime you need help opening something up.”

Over the first weeks of that year, Susan earned a number of detentions from me for violating the “4-B” dress code. Finally she settled into what became her uniform: Stirrup pants and an oversized sweater a la Marilyn Monroe-a look I thought was outdated, but which somehow made her even more of a sex-pot than her friends who were trying unsuccessfully to emulate teenage pop stars (while still covering the school minimum of flesh).

Susan had definitely begun discovering the benefits of being female in a crowd of hormone-crazed teen boys. She got respect from the jocks because she stood up to them, but hung out with the nerds, possibly making her the most popular girl in school. But her marks were atrocious, her conduct disrespectful, and she had serious discipline problems.

II wasn’t sure she was entirely unaware of the effect she had on me, either. When I told her to wait after class was dismissed she would deliberately stand too close to me, making me feel flustered and hot.

And horny. I was continually surprised and somehow angry at that. But damn it!-she was seventeen. Three years over the age of consent but nine years younger than me. And, I thought, she couldn’t possibly have any idea of the sort of things that crept into my head when she looked at me so insolently in class:

Susan Castle is standing outside my office door. She is wearing a thin, long cotton T-shirt and nothing else, as she has been instructed. Inside the office, I am waiting and wet. I slip the dildo into its harness, and then slide the free end into my pussy with a grunt. I tighten the buckles on the straps which cup my ass and hips. I always love the look of the dildo thrusting up from my crotch. Do men feel like this, I wonder? Apart from the dildo and its harness I am wearing a pair of stockings, a bustier, and opera-length gloves. The room has been prepared. Several candles flicker on the shelves, making my rubber cock cast shadows that would give old Sister Chang from high school nightmares. Hanging from assorted hooks along the wall behind my desk are some toys: A thick strap called a strapple, a piece of bamboo cane, a shiny pair of clamps (nipple or labia-oh no, the clothespins for naughty pussy lips are over there). Satisfied with the arrangements, I call out: “Enter”. I cross my arms and stand facing the door with my feet apart. The door swings open of its own accord. Susan enters with an old-fashioned candlestick. Her eyes are big, dark and a little fearful, riveted to the jutting phallus between my thighs. I melt inside, wanting to hold her to me and tell her its all going to be alright, that I’d never really hurt her. But I can’t-she needs to know that I am the one in control. Ordered to place the candlestick on the desk, Susan attempts to straighten up. But I have a gloved hand firmly in her hair. I push firmly downward. “You will enter this room only on your knees from now on, slave.” Obediently she kneels. I slap her face. “You will answer me with your little mouth,” such a tight little rosebud of a mouth-I want to kiss it. I want to pinch her lips with clothespins, I want to bite them “and what I will hear from that dirty little mouth will be ‘Yes Mistress’. Have you quite got that?” She almost nods for a minute. But eventually says: “Y-yes Mistress.” There’s no foreplay. “I’m going to fuck all your holes, right now, just to prove I can; to prove that you’re my property. Won’t that be nice?” “Yes M-Mmmmph!” as I drive the dildo between her lips. She resists for a moment, and I take a short sash cord from the desk and whip her vigorously. After about ten stripes have blossomed on her back and ass, to the accompaniment of shocked squeals, I feel the dildo fully inserted in her mouth. She’s looking up at me from my crotch, inquiringly. I fuck her mouth for a few strokes, then pull out. At my command she turns and presents her behind to me. I order her to put her head to the floor, tossing a textbook down so that she won’t risk wood burn. She almost wiggles in pleasure as I drive the first inch of the dildo into her cunt. But I stop almost as soon as I’ve begun, and she whimpers as I withdraw. “You cum without permission, slut, and I’ll whip you sixty times with the cane.” I hiss at her. An empty threat. She’s never been caned before, and her tender ass would bleed before I gave the tenth stroke. But she doesn’t know that. She also doesn’t know that I don’t know her anywhere near well enough to stop her from cumming if she started. But I rely on her honesty. I grab her ass firmly and spread her cheeks. Her puckered little asshole is porn-star clean, as I specified. Fingering a large dollop of lubricant into her hole, I begin intruding with the dildo. Her whimpering becomes moaning, then crying out. “If you want this to stop, all you need to do is use your safe word, slave.” She knows-but I have to be sure. As I seat the dildo inside her to the hilt, I feel the tension relax inside her as she opens up and admits her Mistress. I glory in the trust and triumph, and as the dildo slips in and out of both of us, I smack her ass triumphantly and start to cum. . . . See what I mean? What seventeen-year-old could possibly share that dream?
Susan settled into her seat, and for the entire term she never once raised her hand. If I called on her she’d either ignore me, looking out the window, or else she’d stare at me blankly. There wasn’t much I could do beyond give her another detention.

After her first report card, neither of her parents came to parent-teacher night. Since she was in great danger of failing, I took it upon myself to call her listed phone number. Receiving no reply, I attempted to contact her parents at work. At her father’s workplace number I was told that Mr. Castle was away at the moment and probably wouldn’t be back for several weeks. Her mother’s listed employer-the construction firm of Stonewall and Mason-told me that Mrs. Castle no longer worked for them. Intrigued, I pulled her file card at the office-technically a no-no but easily done if one knew the file clerk.
…End of the part5. To be continued..

While out shopping at one of the many malls located conveniently near
me, I wandered into a water-bed store. When I entered, I saw the most
beautiful woman that I have ever seen. She was as beautiful as some of your
monthly Pets. I thought of my secret fantasy of fucking her in front of the few
people in the store.
This goddess of beauty made her way over me.
“Can I help you?” she said.
You sure can. honey, I thought to myself. “Oh, yes,” I answered. I
asked her for a certain model of sheet cover and she went in the back to check
on it. I couldn’t help but stare at her gorgeous buttocks, and thought to
myself that she had to have the nicest ass in the history of split flesh. Her
body did not stop. My thoughts were interrupted when I noticed her standing
in front of me, staring at my now-erect love tool.
“I found what you were looking for. Come back with me and I will show
you.”" she said, I followed and before I could offer any resistance, she tore
off most of my clothes and threw me on the bed. We kissed passionately and
then she started to nibble on the head of my penis. She worked down my rod and
licked my balls, and she didn’t stop until I spewed my penis cream over her
face and down her throat. As I was coming, I told her my fantasy of making
love in pubic. It was easy to convince her to move our copulating to one of
the water beds outside in the shop. Since it was almost closing time, I gussed
she figured it would be safe.
We dressed and walked casually toward one of the sensual water beds
set up in the middle of the store. We lay down as if we were just a young
couple testing out the bed to see if it was comfortable. I unbuttoned her
shirt to reveal her large, firm breasts and rock-hard nipples. I was really
turned on. I slipped off her dress and panties as she disrobed me. Our sexual
act caught the attention of several customers. I lifted her up and placed her
under the sheets. She whispered in my ear to fuck her with all I had. I got
under the covers and slid my rod into her tight love tunnel. I was so aroused
that I came almost immediately, and her climax followed several seconds
after mine.
She was moaning for more. So we turned around and got into a sixty-
nine position, this time without the concealment of the cover. She began to
suck like there was no tomorrow. I slid my tongue around the circumference
of her labia and tongued her clit until she was about to climax. I finally
dove right in and tongue-fucked her until she had four consecutive orgasms. We
fucked again while standing. Our screams almost cracked all the windows in the
store.
We finally got up and dressed. She locked up the store and told me
that she would call me again. She never did, but it didn’t matter. My fantasy
had come true.

–

And now, fired by passion, she takes
your penis deep into her mouth,
pulling upon it and sucking as vigorously
as though she were stripping clean a mango-stone:
this is “Amrachushita” (Sucking a Mango).

When she senses that your orgasm
is imminent she swallows up the whole penis,
sucking and working upon it
with lips and tongue until you spend:
this is “Sangara” (Swallowed Whole).

Oral Pleasures — Cunnilingus Techniques:
—————————————-

With delicate fingertips,
pinch the arched lips of her house of love
very very slowly together,
and kiss them as though you kissed her lower lip:
this is “Adhara-sphuritam” (the Quivering Kiss).

Now spread, indeed cleave asunder,
that archway with your nose and let your tongue
gently probe her “yoni” (vagina),
with your nose, lips and chin slowly circling:
it becomes “Jihva-bhramanaka” (the Circling Tongue).

Let your tongue rest for a moment
in the archway to the flower-bowed Lord’s temple
before entering to worship vigorously,
causing her seed to flow:
this is “Jihva-mardita” (the Tongue Massage).

Next, fasten your lips to hers
and take deep kisses
>from this lovely one, your beloved,
nibbling at her and sucking hard at her clitoris:
this is called “Chushita” (Sucked).

Cup, lift her young buttocks,
let your tongue-tip probe her navel, slither down
to rotate skilfully in the archway
of the love-god’s dwelling and lap her love-water:
this is “Uchchushita” (Sucked Up).

Stirring the root of her thighs,
which her own hands
are gripping and holding widely apart,
your fluted tongue drinks at her sacred spring:
this is “Kshobhaka” (Stirring).

Place your darling on a couch,
set her feet to your shoulders, clasp her waist,
suck hard and let your tongue stir
her overflowing love-temple:
this is called “Bahuchushita” (Sucked Hard).

If the pair of you lie side by side,
facing opposite ways,
and kiss each other’s secret parts
using the fifteen techniques described above,
it is known as “Kakila” (the Crow).

Role Reversal:
————-

During lovemaking, ten types of blows
may be struck with the penis,
but of these only “Upasripta” (Natural),
which is instinctive even to untutored cowherds,
results in full clitoral stimulation.

It is a gentle forward stroke
which may be varied for depth and speed,
allowing a subtlety, rhythm
and spontaneity which
the other nine each lack to some degree.

If you grasp your penis and move it
in circles inside her yoni,
it is “Manthana” (Churning).
When you strike sharply down into the yoni,
it is “Hula” (the Double-edged Knife).
…End of the part6. To be continued..

your skin is so beautiful
soft like a cloud
silky smooth
oh..the anticipation…

will you let my tongue
taste you
will you let me dip my finger
to explore your soul

my travels continue
i map your body with my senses
the wetness of my tongue
circles your taught hard nipples
oh the joy of those breasts in my mouth

our breath quickens
the air is electric
you are all that i see
this moment of time
embeds itself inside of me

you open your legs to me
and grabbing my hair,
you beg for me to please you
i grin devilishly at the thought

my tongue bends to your will
the fire inside of you
explodes in my mouth
this newness i never dreamed existed
is so real and so potent

i flicker your lips with my tongue
i nibble your folds
and watch you squirm
my tongue reaches inside
and heaven awaits me

you thrust yourself against me
urging me, wanting me
challenging me
i accept with a low moan
as my tongue explores ever deeper

you make me so wet
you make me want to eat you up
to make you scream with pleasure
and purr like a pussy cat

my tongue ignites your senses
and together we edge closer to the brink
let me touch those lovely breasts again
let me fuck you and fuck you and fuck you
torture you with this intense joy

i slip my finger into your pussy
feel the honey all around me
slip another inside the door
and begin to strike the rhythm

the primal beat goes on forever
the drums crash into the air
i watch you thrash your head from side to side
your own hands rubbing your body
and your mouth open, inviting

i plunge deeper and faster
harder and quicker
matching your moans
my mouth covers your nipples
sucking and licking

the final thrust hears you yell
OH GOD OH GOD
intense rippling heat
cascading through your body
your back arching to the ceiling

and then
the quiet
yes the quiet
savour the moment
revel in the warmth
but please lean over my way
and purrrrr deep in my ear
OH YES, purrr purrrr my pussy cat
for soon we will be hungry once again….
—
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“Excuse me if I have some place in my mind I go time to time”
– Tom Petty
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again stiffening to a rock-like hardness in her softly sucking

mouth. She hummed softly on it, sending shivers of sensation

through me. Her tongue worked over and around it and she began

to pump it slowly in and out of her sucking lips. It felt so

hot and slippery that in no time I was flying high again.

She steadily increased her pace, plunging down on my

burgeoning cock and then sucking gently as she lifted her head

off of it. Her right index finger and thumb encircled the base

of it and her left hand palmed my balls gently, silently asking

for another delivery of hot cum.

I couldn’t wait to oblige, and her attentions became

more strident and demanding as she took me higher and higher

into a cloud of brilliant sex-pleasure. She began augmenting

her efforts by pumping the skin of my cock up and down in rhythm

with her sucking and at the same time squeezing the shaft

rhythmically with her thumb and finger. It was like being

fucked and sucked at the same time, and it sent me completely

off my rocker. My brain seemed to be spinning at a thousand

miles an hour, cruising along at 50,000 feet. My senses were

swamped in a continuous blast of pleasure. I grasped blindly

toward the walls, trying not to collapse as my muscles seemed

almost out of my control.

I felt the warmth of her hand cupping my balls and she

gulped “Cum, cum, cum…” with each plunge onto my prick. The

vibration of her voice was indescribably pleasurable. My

breathing was hot, hard, and spasmodic when I could be sure I

was breathing at all. Then I don’t think I breathed at all for

what seemed an eternity. My muscles were all locked rigidly, my

back arched, standing on tip toes to give her as much access to

my most sensitive spots as possible. I was drowned in

incredible sex, feeling as I never had before.

Without any warning I started cumming again, feeling

like I was spurting gallons into her hot mouth, a volcanic

eruption that started in the depths of my being and boiled

inexorably toward the surface until it burst almost explosively

from my cock. Her tongue worked overtime, lashing ferociously

around my cock as her lips and fingers milked me for all I had

left. I shook and convulsed in the stuffy closet air as I came

and came, and her slippery lips clenched pleasurably on my prick

as she swallowed it all. She hummed her appreciation as she

slowed her pace to a steady, gentle pistoning that lovingly drew

out my hottest juices.

Finally I almost collapsed over her and she steadied me

with her left hand while she gently sucked and milked the last

few slippery dribbles from my softening cock. She was truly an

artist at oral sex and I knew this was a life experience I would

never forget. It was all too obvious that she loved giving such

pleasure.

Finally she pulled my softening shaft from her lips with

a smack, gave it a few soft parting licks of her cum-coated

tongue and stood up, still helping steady me on my feet.

Gasping for breath, shuddering spasticly, I gazed in

ecstasy on her shining face, and we smiled gloriously at each

other. We silently hugged and kissed again, tasting each

other’s juices on each other’s tongues, and then began to

shakily get our clothes back together.

Before she could fasten her bra I had to lean forward

and kiss and suck her magnificent breasts once more, and she

sighed and stroked my head in appreciation as I did so.

She fastened her bra and then gently squeezed my now

hanging dong and kissed me again.

“I hope we get a chance to do this again some time.” she

said, but I think we both knew that this would probably be our

only encounter. We kissed softly and deeply, silently

expressing our thanks to each other for the wonderful experience

we had shared.

Then I pulled up my pants and put on my shirt and she

zipped up her panties and pulled on her sweater. I picked up my

tie and she listened at the door for a moment to make sure no

one was walking through the short hallway outside.

Then she grinned and winked at me, turned out the light,

and exited through the door into the brightly lit hall. I

followed quickly and shut the door behind me as she turned the

corner to enter the ladies’ room. I hurried the other direction

into the mens’ room and, thankfully finding it empty, entered a

stall and sat down to dry my crotch with some toilet paper.

Then I washed my hands, quickly put on my tie and left, feeling

flushed and sweaty but tingling all over with ecstatic echoes of

the fantastic sex I had just experienced.

A few moments later I made my way back to my office,

still shaking inside, and went back to work, still able to taste

and smell the exquisite bouquet of sex. What a wonderful

afternoon it was.

–

cock ground hard against her pubic fuzz. Finally her mouth released mine

only long enough to gasp, “I want you in me now!”

I had roughly the same idea by then myself. She rolled over on her back,

more or less pulling me on top of her. I raised my hips and she reached

down to guide me into the right spot.

With slow deliberateness I thrust my cock into her. She was so wet and

excited that it slid in with no resistance at all, until I was buried in her

as deep as I could go and I felt her fuzz tickling my lower belly. She

pressed her hips against mine for maximum penetration as her gasps became

cries.

I did not pump but simply held myself there as her movements grew more

frantic and her cries louder. I knew if I moved too much I would come and I

wanted to enjoy this as long as I could. Instead I just moved myself from

side to side a little, pushing her even closer to the brink as she bucked

beneath me.

“Oh God… Oh God…” she moaned, her voice getting higher and louder

until her muscles locked and held rigid in an explosive orgasm. The muscles

of her vagina locked tight on my penis and almost against my will I

orgasmed, pumping my seed deep into the warm depths of her body for what

seemed a long, long time and intensifying her pleasure even more, if such a

thing was possible.

We shared an endless moment of agonizing pleasure before collapsing in

an exhausted heap, with me still laying on top and buried deep within her.

Gasping for air and trying to regain some of our strength, we lay like

that for who knows how long. Jenny’s eyes looked up into mine and she was

so achingly beautiful in the half-light streaming in from the window. In

those eyes there was no more fire (though I knew it would soon be back) but

warmth and tenderness and gratitude and… love?

In an exhausted voice she said, “Hi there, stranger.”

In a similarly exhausted voice I replied, “Hi there yourself. Come here

often?” My unintentional double entendre sent us both into a fit of

laughter that wiped away any tension that might have remained. It felt as

if we had been lovers for years, instead of just one frantic night. For a

fleeting instant I felt a glimmer of hope that it might go on for years…

She spoke and interrupted my musing. “You know, it’s been well over a

year since I’ve… been with anybody. In one short night you’ve made up for

all that lost time and then some. I’ve never experienced anything this

intense. Never.”

“I don’t think I have either.” I replied tiredly. “This was incredible.

Just as I had always thought it might be.”

“Yeah. Me too.” She shifted a little and a wave of residual pleasure ran

though me. “Actually, I could get used to this on a… a regular basis.

I’ve always, um, liked you. Maybe in the near future we could… um…”

I shushed her quietly, “The future can take care of itself, and perhaps

we’ll be in each other’s. I think I’d like that myself very much. Right now

let’s just enjoy the moment.” She nodded silently and relaxed.

It was not long before my penis began to swell again, and Jenny noticed

it almost before I did for I had never pulled it out. The second time

around I was much less sensitive and lasted far longer. She climaxed at

least six times before I came again and we both collapsed, exhausted for

real, as the first light of dawn began to color the sky outside.

We spent most of Sunday in bed, and not from exhaustion either, although

we did exhaust each other eventually. I never did make it home that

weekend, and it was with bitter disappointment we faced the reality of

Monday and going back to work. We dragged in together half an hour late,

disheveled and in rumpled clothes (mine were the same ones from Saturday).

I was barely coherent enough to work all day long, but not for one second

did I regret it.

That was six months ago. We saw each other every weekend, and most

nights in between. Dianne moved out to join her new boyfriend in Oregon

City, and Jenny immediately invited me to move in with her. I didn’t waste

any time packing.

At work they don’t know anything about it, because the boss frowns

heavily on employee relationships (Or any other form of fun that doesn’t

increase his profits, for that matter.) but every time I walk by Jenny or

meet her in the lunch room she always favors me with a little smile and a

conspiratorial wink, which I always return.

You know, I used to hate working nights…

End…

–

Oh really? I was tired, but not so tired I didn’t pick up on the possible

implications of that statement right away. And even if it didn’t mean what I

hoped, it still sounded better than standing out in the cold for maybe hours

trying to get a ride from some soft-hearted motorist. It wouldn’t be the first

time I had done that and I wasn’t looking forward to doing it again. “Sure.” I

said, hoping I didn’t sound too eager, “It’s been a long day already. Thanks.”

“Thank *you*.” she murmured under her breath, and I wondered what that was

supposed to mean as I followed her to her apartment.

As I walked into Jenny’s apartment the first thing that hit me was the

all-permeating odor of catbox. It wasn’t too bad, though. I used to have a

cat myself, so I was used to it. The place was fairly small, with a kitchen

in an alcove off to my right and a short hallway to the left leading to the

bedrooms and bathroom. In front was the living room. There was a couch and

a couple of well-worn chairs. A small TV sat on a none-too-steady stand

opposite the couch and chairs. The place was clean, but cluttered.

Magazines and various articles of female clothing lay scattered about.

Jenny began picking up the latter while mumbling an apology. I remarked it

looked lots better than my place, which didn’t comfort her much since she

saw what my car looked like and could well imagine what my place must look

like.

She was probably right on the money.

After a few minutes the place was fairly straight. She plopped down in a

chair, exhausted. I landed on the couch feeling about the same. Exhausted,

but far from sleepy. “Nice place you got here.” I remarked.

“Thanks.” she smiled tiredly. “It was cheap and clean.” She sat up a

little and said, “I really appreciate the ride. And… I’m kinda glad

you’re here. I hate staying in this neighborhood by myself…” She looked

like she was going to say more but stopped and looked away instead.

I started to reply but felt something moving by my feet. I looked down

and saw a little grey ball of fur playing with my shoelaces. Gently I

reached down and picked it up. It was a kitten, about four months old, all

fuzz and golden eyes, which stared into mine. And sharp claws, which I

discovered a second later as he(?) decided he wanted down NOW. I complied

quickly before he could do any serious damage. He shot across the room in a

grey blur and disappeared under the coffee table.

Jenny was grinning at me. Suddenly she got up and said “Excuse me, I

gotta change and clean up a little. Make yourself at home. I won’t be

long.” And she disappeared into one of the other rooms. A moment later I

heard a shower running.

I never was very good at making myself at home in somebody else’s home.

Not to mention I was worn out from work and a funny little knot of tension

rested in the pit of my stomach. I turned on the TV and settled back on the

couch, trying to relax.

It wasn’t long before she was done. I turned to see her and had to hold

back a small gasp of surprise.

She stood in the hallway dressed in just a nightshirt that just came

down to her upper thighs, and apparently nothing else. The shirt was slit

…End of the part4. To be continued..

It was only a couple of blocks to wear Miyoko said to meet
her. She walked over to the car now wearing what only looked
like some kind of oriental wrap. She leaned in the window and
asked, “Did you get us a room.”

“Paid for till noon tomorrow.” Answered Tim.

“We need to make one stop along the way.” Said Miyoko. “I
need to pick up some clothes.”

“What did you do with the dress.” Asked Tim.

“I’ll explain later.” She said as she wrote something down
on a piece of paper. “Here are my sizes, I can’t possible go in
to a store like this.” Miyoko turned spread her legs and licked
her lips as one of her bare tits spilled out of the wrap. “And
besides that. I like my man to know exactly what I have on as I
slowly dance around taking it off. Once I’m down to my bear ass,
and tits, then the fun begins.”

“Don’t keep me in suspense.” Tim said as he ran his fingers
up the inside of her thighs and brushed them lightly across her
moist lips. “What happens next.”

“Well……” Miyoko purred as she slipped one of Tim’s
fingers into her hot snatch. “Before I start taking it off,
you’re stripped and sat in a chair, legs open facing me. Then
after a slow sexy strip tease, I’ll walk over to you, and deep
throat you till your nice and wet so that as I mount your pole
you slide into my tight hole nice and slick. Then it turns into
a game. I try to get you off as fast as I can, while you try to
last as long as you can.”

Tim smiled at her and asked “What does the winner get?”

She said, “I’m what’s known as a two cum bitch. The winner
gets to choose how we do it the second Time, be in control. Like
if I win, I get to be in my favorite positions. . . ..”

“And if I win, I’d get to do you in my favorite positions.”
Interrupted Tim.

“You got it baby.” Miyoko smiled and added, “And by the way,
I hate to loose and I give most men more competition than they
can handle.”

Tim slipped another finger into her cunt and said, “Well
we’ll just have to see who is better now won’t we.”

As they pulled up in front of the casino, Miyoko asked “Why
didn’t stop anywhere?”

Tim looked her in the eyes while opening her wrap and said,
“Why, your not wearing anything under this wrap. I thought that
we could save some Time. As soon as we get up to the room, you
strip me and I sit in a chair and we go at it till you beg me to
come.”

Miyoko smiled and said, “A little cocky aren’t we. I’m
gonna ride you fuck pole so fast and furious you won’t know what
happened. Don’t you feel how tight I am against your fingers?”
You think you cock can last in me. Your dreaming.”

“Well I guess it’s Time that we go find out don’t you.” Tim
said as he helped Miyoko out of the car.

Upon entering the room, Miyoko kissed Tim and told him, “I
want to fuck you. I want to feel you meat against my walls.
Come on baby, lets get you out of these clothes.” She then
started to bite the buttons off his shirt while he slowly
unbuttoned his pants and let them fall to the floor.

When Tim was comfortable in a chair, he told her, “All
right, now it’s your turn. Make me hard baby.”

As Miyoko danced around the chair, she lifted her wrap and
asked, “Do you like my pussy?” Without waiting for an answer,
she slipped a finger in and said, “Look how wet I am, how deep my
fingers can go. Want to see my breasts.” She smiled and moaned
as she slipped a creamy white breast out from under the wrap and
pinched a cherry red nipple.

Tim smiled as she opened the wrap and let it fall from her
shoulders to the floor in one motion. He motioned for Miyoko to
come over and told her, “Take my cock in your mouth slut.”

“What?” Said Miyoko with a smile. “Are we loosing are
patients already. I told you the object is to get you off as
quick as I can after I begin touching you cock.” She knelt down
between his legs and continued, “I’ve had some men with so little
control they actually came before I’ve had a chance to fuck
them.”

…End of the part2. To be continued..

“I suppose that might be wise,” he said, smiling again. “Allow me
to introduce myself. I am James Morris, from Colchester, England. And
you…?”

“Oh, uhm, Tammi Gardner. I’ve lived here forever, you know?” He
offers you a handshake, and you accept. His grip is firm and gentle,
and you flush as you realize that you are still holding his hand.

As you release his hand, he smiles, “Pleased to make your
acquaintance, Miss Gardner.”

“Oh, please call me Tammi,” you say quickly, wondering what you
are doing.

“Certainly, Tammi. So, what do you do here?”

“Oh, just help out my folks. Odd jobs in town, that sort of thing.
Nothing much, actually.”

“Well, you help out visitors in the night, and to me, my dear, that
is far more than nothing.” He smiles warmly, and the last vestiges of
restraint leave you at that instant.

You lean toward him and kiss his lips without warning. After a
moment of surprise, he begins to respond, and you loose yourself in the
warmth of his mouth. As you break from him at last, you find that you
are shaking.

“I- I don’t know what’s come over me,” you say quietly, “But I have
to have you.”

He says nothing, and draws you to him for another kiss. When you
emerge from this one, the flashlight is dying, and he reaches over and
shuts it off. “I don’t think that we need that, Tammi,” he says
quietly. You nod agreement into the darkness, and sag against him.

He holds you in his arms, and you feel his hands on the buttons
down your back, releasing you from the confines of the simple dress.
You kiss him, stroking his face and inhaling the clean scent of him.

As he slips the dress from your shoulders, exposing your breasts to
him, you lean back and start on the buttons of his shirt, seeking them
blindly with his fingers.

He caresses your neck, gliding down past your collarbone, to the
hollow between your breasts. His fingers glide around to cup your
breast lightly, and you feel the nipple stiffening in response. His
thumb finds it, and you gasp at the sensation.

You feel him moving, and his mouth suddenly finds the other breast.
As he strokes the nipple with his toungue, you abandon yourself to the
feelings. He finishes removing his shirt, working slowly, his toungue
awakening parts of you that have slumbered your whole life, awaiting
this moment.

Your hands run over the firmly muscled surface of his back, and
your breath is ragged in the night air. Nothing before this moment has
prepared you for what you are experiencing.

An explosion overtakes you, and your body stiffens. You are dimly
aware of thrashing wildly under his mouth, and of his sudden nudity
beside you. Your remaining clothes follow his onto the floor, and your
bodies meld together in an endless moment of pleasure.

His lips find yours again, and he holds you to him tightly, moving
slowly within you, leaving a trail of fire between your legs. You
clutch at him desperately, seeking something stable to hold onto as your
life is changed.

The storm reaches its height now, with lightning flashing is all
directions, thunderclaps assailing your isolated house, and rain pouring
over everything in a nearly-solid wave. Inside, also, the storm has
reached its height, and you feel another explosion building.

You are lost in a swirl of emotion, sensation, and ecstasy. The
storm’s strobe light effect gives an air of surrealism to everything.
Familiar surroundings, picked out in preternatural clarity, combine with
unfamiliar sounds and feelings to create an experience that you will
never forget.

As you both undergo the transformation of orgasm, you notice the
sweat between your bodies and the texture of the sofa beneath you. The
hair of his chest is soft, and you kiss it gently as you return slowly
to the reality of the night.

Finding his nipple, you experiment, kissing it and returning the
treatment he gave yours. His response is gratifying, and you continue,
encouraged. He strokes your hair, murmuring quietly to you, urging you
on.

Your kisses continue down his torso, until you face his cock
directly. It is a thing of beauty, and, impulsively, you kiss it. His
response is so tremendous that you go on to explore the possiblities of
this more thoroughly.

You taste yourself and the strange saltiness of his semen as you
draw the head into your mouth. The whole thing jumps as you run your
toungue over the ridge and onto the shaft. He shifts himself around,
and you feel his breath tickling the hair of your pussy.

The joy that you feel at returning some of the pleasure he has
given you is beyond description. The look on his face is rapturous, and
you allow yourself to sink back into the bottomless bliss of the raw,
undiluted pleasure that you share.

Your hear yourself squeal in surprise as his lips touch your pussy.
His toungue darts out, finding the hard nub of your clit, and waves of
pleasure course over you. The sensation distracts you for a moment from
the attentions you had been lavishing on his cock, but the lingering
taste in your mouth reminds you.

Your mouth engulfing him, his toungue bathing you, the feeling is
incredible. It feels as though you are in some sort of endless circle,
spinning around some unseen point of passion, approaching the top of a
vortex of pleasure.

The storm has abated outside, but the battle between the elements
continues on the sofa. A throbbing, pulsing cyclone is let loose
between your legs, and you taste a salty torrent in your throat. As you
both return to earth, you crawl up beside him, relaxing is his warm
embrace.

When you awake, it is quiet outside, and the skies are beginning to
clear. Stars twinkle faintly through thin, high clouds, and he squeezes
you for a moment, and then sits up.

“I’m sorry, Tammi, but I must be going.”

“I understand, James. Thank you. For everything.”

You pull your dress back on, and as his dark car pulls away, you
watch again from the porch, a sense of peace overcoming you. As you return
to the house, the lights come back on. The storm of this night may be
past now, but its effects will remain with you forever.

“I was just going to drop by to see if you had changed your mind yet? How about

dinner?”

“All right. But, only dinner.”

“No dessert?”

“Perhaps, but I am watching my weight,” she said, licking her lips unconsciously.

“How about around six?” he offered.

“Sounds good.”

She knew she was setting herself up for another fall, but she had always had

trouble saying no to Mac. “I can handle having dinner with him,” she thought,

reassuring herself.

Sitting at her desk, she noticed a small petite black girl leaving Lydia’s

office. The girl was definitely a beauty and probably had all the boys falling at

her feet. It seemed ironic to Janine as she thought about Lydia and all the

signs, which she had missed, that now so clearly suggested she was bisexual if

not lesbian. It was hard thinking of Lydia in that way. She had always seemed so

calm, reserved, and rather asexual. Evidently, there was a lot more to her than

appearances suggested.

***

By the end of the day, Dianne found herself alone in her office with damp panties

and a caffeine rush. Too much caffeine gave her way too much energy, making her

bounce off the walls. She looked forward to meeting Mac privately to get to know

him better, so taking matters into her own hands she had put a note on his desk

asking him to drop by for a chat. Life had become boring in the past month or so.

Her summer had been filled with hot sex and companionship, but then Bill had

shipped off to southeast Asia somewhere. Of course, she polished his pistol for

him before he departed, but that had been over four weeks ago. While she did

indulge in a casual one nighter here and there, she had not been thoroughly

fucked in over a week.

Dianne once had thought of going to a sex addicts meeting, but she figured she

would probably screw all the members. She started to fantasize about all the

different kind of “members” that would be at a sex addicts meeting. “It would be

like a candy shop,” she thought. She shook her head, trying to clear her mind of

such tantalizing thoughts, as she started to go through her lecture notes for the

next day.

“Come on in,” she announced, after hearing the knock at the office door. She

licked her lips and casually ran her hand down to smooth out her dress.

…End of the part7. To be continued..

“Tell me about your roommate? What is she like?” asked Lydia.

“She is this cute little redhead. I just loved redheads!” Charlotte exclaimed and

Lydia blushed as she played with a red curly lock of hair.

“Redheads, eh?” Lydia laughed.

“You have beautiful red hair,” Charlotte said getting bolder.

“Thank you. I often think of coloring it though. It gets a lot of attention.”

“NO! Don’t ever do that.”

“I won’t…it’s just a thought I have every once in awhile.”

“Do you brush it often? Your hair is so shiny and perfect!” exclaimed Charlotte.

“You sound like a shampoo commercial!” laughed Lydia.

“Haha, I am sorry. Would you let me comb it for you?” asked Charlotte, as her

eyes gleamed with sexual desire.

“Sure. There is a comb in my bedroom. Come on, I’ll show you.”

“You’re apartment is so gorgeous. Here sit on the bed and I’ll comb your hair. I

was going to be a hairdresser you know, but I decided on getting a degree here. I

had a scholarship, so its not like I could turn it down,” blurted Charlotte, as

she gently brushed Lydia’s hair.

Lydia felt a hand massaging her back as Charlotte ceased brushing her hair. Lydia

didn’t resist because it felt good to be touched. Charlotte’s hands kneaded her

neck in tiny circles and she said, “Boy, you’re really tense!”

“That feels really good. Don’t stop,” said Lydia, knowing full well it wouldn’t

end with just a massage. She didn’t really care. The girl’s hands were like heat

seeking missiles, finding the tense spots immediately.

“Lie on your stomach,” breathed Charlotte.

Lydia lay on her stomach as Charlotte unzipped Lydia’s dress releasing the

tension of the tight dress and also allowing herself to explore more of Lydia’s

soft flesh.

“There that’s better isn’t it?” asked Charlotte.

“Mmm, yes.”

“Let me undo this terrible contraption here. It’s really not good to be wearing a

…End of the part13. To be continued..

everyone was staring at her. The tears continued to drip from her pretty emerald

eyes. As she walked to the reception area she noticed the stunned look of Mr.

Bougehard Wright III. He quickly turned and retreated to his office. He did not

want to witness the submission of his pretty assistant.

When she walked into the reception area her eyes quickly focused on an angry

black man in his early twenties. He had a hard arrogant look on his young face

and a smirk on his lips. As she looked at the young black man she recalled what

her mother had always told her as she was growing up. “The reason they are black

is so that we can easily identify them. Never get close to them as they will

spray their poison deep into you and ruin you for a good man….” The words ran

through her mind as she motioned for the black man to follow her. As she led him

back to Jerome Bettis’ office she could feel his dark eyes on her tight swaying

ass cheeks. She held the door open as he entered and then followed him.

The young black man dropped into the expensive chair and returned the smile of

the black attorney. “You shore have a sweet little bitch here brother….. Have

you buried your black cock into her sweet honey pie yet,” he boastfully

questioned.

Jerome smiled but did not answer his question. Instead he politely asked, “Is

there anything Mrs. Belvoir can get for you before we start ?”

“Well Bro I be thinking that a glass full of sipping whiskey would shore hit the

spot,” his white teeth shining in the early morning light.

Turning to Anna, Jerome brusquely ordered, “Go get Bougehard’s best Kentucky

Whiskey for my new client. And bring THREE glasses.”

Anna started to protest but decided against comment. Nine o’clock in the morning

and these two black men wanted to start drinking hard liquor? Her mind could not

fathom the rationale but excused herself and left to retrieve the requested

items.

When she entered Mr. Bougehard Wright’s office she made the simple request. She

heard him murmur something under his breath but felt it best she not follow up

the comment. Without speaking she quickly turned and exited the senior partner’s

office.

Upon re-entering Jerome’s office she found the two black men laughing. Their

eyes quickly refocussed on her tight lean body as she put the three glasses and

whiskey decanter on Jerome’s desk.

“Pour three glasses to the top and take one…” Jerome ordered.

Anna started to say, “I don’t……” but caught herself. Her upper thighs still

burned from her first infraction of the day.

…End of the part9. To be continued..

masculine body. But…….he felt her tongue probe deeper and deeper in his

mouth. He felt her delicate tongue duel with his own……..and he felt her

pulsating womanhood rub against his hard manhood. He played with the distraught

wife……until he was bored.

Pushing her away he finally mocked her once more, “Displease me Mrs. Belvoir and

I will spank that Lilly white ass of yours until you won’t be able to sit down

for a week. Understand ?”

With her ragged emotions running rampid she meekly answered, “Yes Mr. Bettis. I

won’t disappoint you…”

She then turned once again and opened the large oak door to the temporary freedom

and safety of the outer office. Mr. Jerome Bettis, Esquire, looked at the

beautiful red haired wife scurry from his office. He thought to himself that

within the week he would bury his long black cock deep into the pretty woman

running from his domination. Tomorrow would be the test. If the white wife

showed up at his office dressed as he ordered she would be his. If she resisted

she would have to be broken like a defiant mare……… And like a defiant mare

Jerome Bettis had the donkey dick to subdue the beautiful white wife.

Anna scurried from the office. Never in her twenty four years was she treated in

such a disparaging way. She cursed her new boss; she cursed her old boss; she

cursed her untenable situation. She thought of her parents; of her childhood old

Southern mansion. She finally after hours of soul searching resigned herself to

her subservience to her new Black Master. There was only one solution……. no

matter how degrading that submission.

Since she had the balance of the day off she used the valuable time to search the

more exclusive stores in downtown Memphis. She felt embarrassed as she tried on

the slinky lingerie. The sales staff of the exclusive stores were more than

happy to assist the platinum carrying red head. They smiled when the

conservatively dressed professional woman kept seeking the more risqué’ dresses;

skirts and upper scale outfits.

Feeling exhausted after her all day shopping excursion the pretty white wife

hurried home. She sat on her long white sofa and tried to comprehend the rapid

changes occurring in her life.

After several hours her always tired husband Jim finally drug himself home. He

tried to understand the odd mood that his wife was in…but….. there was

something that didn’t seem right.

Finally……. Anna scooted next to her husband on the long white sofa. “Jim,

today a black attorney was made a full partner at the firm. I was assigned to

work as his assistant in the Greater Louisiana Oil Company lawsuit…” Anna let

the simple statements soak in.

…End of the part5. To be continued..

“Beg me…. Beg me to fuck you…” Jerome ordered.

“Oh god…. please be gentle. You are so large…. you are stretching

me…please,” the white wife begged.

The begging of the wife made Jerome harder. He had broken many white wives. But

Anna was different; she was…… She was the mistress of the senior partner; she

was older; she was wiser…… and she was writhing on the end of his long thick

black cock.

Jerome allowed another inch to be inserted into her tight but elastic pussy

folds. The almost silent squeal was like music to Jerome. He twitched his hips

once more and another thick inch was lodge into her tight passage.

Anna’s husband was silently kneeling just outside his bedroom. He could not see

the taking of his wife; but he could hear her moans… her begging. She was

begging for more cock….. more black cock. He was not attached to the banister

but he was too frightened to risk looking into his bedroom. And then…… he

heard another sharp and distinctive moan……

Inside the bedroom of Jim and Anna Belvoir, Jerome was enjoying himself. “Wrap

those long Lilly white legs around my ass. It will spread that little pussy and

allow me greater access to my new bitch,” Jerome cruelly mocked.

“No…Please. If I spread any more it will hurt. You are too big. You will

stretch me too much…. Please Mr. Bettis….Please,” Anna softly moaned.

Jerome allowed his cock to retreat…… only two inches; but it allowed Anna to

relax for a few brief seconds. “Do what I told you…..”Jerome menacingly

stated.

Anna tried to rise up on her hands and this allowed her pussy the briefest of

respites. She opened her eyes and looked into the foreboding dark eyes of her

master; her black master. She silently shook her heard from side to side; but

then………Jerome felt her long legs wrap around his muscular buttocks. He

allowed her to adjust herself below him and when he felt her ankles lock behind

his solid black ass cheeks he thrust forward once again to impale more of the

pretty white beauty on the end of his angry black cock.

Anna was able to adjust and to relax enough for Jerome’s first five inches to be

lodged deep into her panting body.

“This is what your husband can give you…. From this point on you are a

virgin… you are my virgin. And a virgin always remembers her first man… the

first man to bust her cherry… Will you remember me…” Jerome quietly asked.

Anna pulled herself up by her arms and gripped Jerome’s ass cheeks with her long

legs. She pulled his black cock deeper into her wet pussy. Closing her eyes she

forced her tongue through Jerome’s thick lips. Jerome sensed the capitulation of

…End of the part23. To be continued..

left hers own the desk.

The black client was sprawled in the large leather chair turned to Anna. “I let

my bitches drink first. Drink the whiskey honkey !”

Both sets of black eyes were focused on Anna. Self consciously she grasped the

heavy glass. Bringing the rim of the glass to her red coated lips she let the

burning liquid slide down her throat.

“Drink it all,” Jerome ordered.

Anna brought the glass to her lips and again let the burning whiskey race to her

stomach. It was hot and burned her throat. Anna did not drink and the high

octane lubricant immediately had an effect on the pretty wife. She almost

immediately felt light headed and grabbed the edge of the desk to steady herself.

“Pour yourself another drink before we begin Mrs. Belvoir,” dictated Jerome.

With unsteady hands Anna poured herself another eight ounces of pure alcohol.

She tried to focus her eyes on the two black men but couldn’t. She brought the

foul tasting liquid to her lips and drained about a third of the glass.

The black client smiled and then intentionally dropped his pen to the thick white

carpet. Both Anna and Jerome observed the deliberate act.

“Well, Pick up my client’s pen,” came the matter of factly order from Jerome.

On suddenly unsteady legs Anna walked the three or four steps and then gracefully

bent her legs to retrieve the discarded pen. When she rose she felt the black

hands……

The long black fingers started at her knee…..and then slowly….slowly….

inched upward. The warm fingers made a slight circular motion as they carefully

traveled up the sweet nylon covered legs.

Looking forlornly into the smiling eyes of Jerome Anna sobbed quietly,

“Please…..make him stop.”

Her plea went unanswered. Jerome’s face was covered with a smirking smile as he

observed the black fingers disappear under the short white skirt. “Don’t you

like those black fingers on those tender Lilly white legs of yours Mrs. Belvoir

?”

Anna shivered as the long black fingers reached the top of her hose. She felt

the fingers insert themselves between the garter clasps and her suddenly warm

upper thighs. The fingers played with the top of her hose….. and then

unsnapped the garter clasps. The metallic uncoupling screamed in the quiet room.

The two black men could hear Anna’s breathing as she sensously swayed back and

forth.

…End of the part10. To be continued..

“I have to go get dressed,” said J . “Wait just a few minutes and meet me in
the hall and we’ll go down to the meeting together. Want any breakfast?” “No
answered G . “See you in a few minutes.

When the girls got the Janis’s car, Peter was already there waiting. The
girls had on loose fitting sun dresses and Garolynn plainly was wearing no
bra. They all got in the car and headed toward a drive in restaurant that
Garolynn had suggested. The meeting had run longer than anticipated and it
was already 6:30 pm. All three were famished and all they wanted was a
hamburger, fries and something to drink. As they gulped down their food, they
wandered toward the theater that Garolynn had picked out from the newspaper.
It was a run down looking affair that both girls agreed they would not enter
unless Peter was with them but since he was there, they all three went in.
Again, there was a sign that said escorted ladies were free so the girls got
in for nothing. Peter paid the $6.00 fee and they went to the theater door.
As they entered, the saw the theater had small dim lights allowing them to see
the seating was in couches that were scattered about with a large isle down
the middle. There were 8 or 10 people in the theater, most of which were
sitting in the back rows on either side of the door.

Peter led them to a couch on the right side. There was a large arm chair next
to the couch on the left side and in front was another couch in which a man
was stretched out with his feet on the couch in front of him. The three sat
down and began to look around. Almost immediately, a man from the back of the
room came and sat in the chair next to the couch. Janis was sitting nearest
the man, although about 2 feet away. There was much more light in this
theater and it didn’t take long before one could look around and see
practically everybody there. On the screen, two guys were screwing a woman,
one in the back and one had his cock buried in her mouth. She was moaning as
each man pumped the orifice to which his cock was attached. The man in back
pulled his cock from her vagina and came all over her ass. It was a large cum
shot with cum spurting from the end of his cock nearly to her head. Cum ran
all down her ass. The man in front then blew his load all over her face as
she attempted to take as much of it as she could get in her mouth. As the
last man finished cumming another couple wandered into the room on the screen.
The lady was leading the man by his cock. He had a very large cock, 12 or so
inches long and very big around. Janis leaned over to Peter and whispered, “I
bet that would rip me in two.” As she turned back to the screen, she noticed
the man sitting in the chair had his cock out and was jacking himself off.
“She began to watch him, out of the side of her eye, as the two women on the
screen began giving this new man a blow job. One would suck his cock while
the other would lick his balls, ass or tits. Suddenly, another man came over
to the man sitting in the chair and began to give the man in the chair a blow
job. Janis darn near leapt into Peter’s lap. “Look at what is happening
right next to me,” Janis whispered nervously. “Well, you told me last night
you wanted to see two guys suck each other off,” said Peter under his breath.
Suddenly the man in the chair slightly arched his back and Janis could see
that he was cumming. Garolynn watched as the man kneeling on the floor
continued to suck the seated man off. Soon it was over and both men got up
and moved away. The two women on the screen were both sucking on that huge
cock, one on each side. Suddenly, sperm shot from the end of the cock. Both
women leaned forward trying to catch strings of jism in their mouths. They
were both partially successful as sperm hit them in the mouth, nose and eyes.
It was a messy cum scene with both ladies getting a facial bath of cum.

The next scene was a party scene. Couples were dancing to gently music.
Hands were seen massaging breasts and cocks as couples swayed across the dance
floor. One couple found a set of stairs and began kissing . Soon, he was
standing on steps high enough so that the girl was sucking his cock. As she
sucked his cock, she removed his pants. This seemed to set off a rash of
clothes removal and soon there were 10 couples naked in the room. One woman
was sucking another woman’s pussy as she was being fucked by a man. The other
woman was being face fucked as a cock plunged in and out of her mouth. Two
women were jacking another man off, one woman perched over the head of the
man’s cock waiting for him to cum. The remaining man was finger fucking the
woman sucking the man standing on the stairs.

A couple entered the theater and seated themselves in the couch in front of
Peter, Janis and Garolynn. She had on a very short skirt and a tube top.
They watched the movie and as men began cumming on various parts of women’s
bodies on the screen, the woman in front of Garolynn leaned over and said
something to the man who had been seated on the couch when the couple arrived.
She then leaned forward and unzipped the man’s pants and began to suck on his
cock. Garolynn began squirming. “This woman is blowing this man right in
front of me,” she whispered to Peter. The man slid her tube top down and
began playing with her tits. The man that had come in with her got off the
couch behind her and began to fuck her. “Christ, this is better than the
movie,” Garolynn giggled. Janis, Peter and Garolynn leaned forward and
watched as the three continued fucking and sucking not 5 feet away. Garolynn
felt a hand sliding her dress up her leg and a finger found her clit. She
whimpered quietly as she continued to watch the lady in front of her suck the
dick of the man sprawled across the couch. She could see the cock of the man
who entered with the woman plunging in and out or her cunt. The woman’s tits
were not as big as hers but as they hung there being pulled, massaged and
played with, they took on a larger size than they probably were. The man
being blown stiffened as he began cumming in the woman’s mouth. “NNNnnngggggg
– uh,” they heard the man grunt. The woman kept sucking on the cock as the
man at her rear increased his thrusts. Soon, a small grunt could be heard
from him as he shot his load up her cunt. The man sat back on the couch. The
woman pulled down her skirt and sat back on the couch. She turned and smiled
…End of the part8. To be continued..

He runs his hands through my hair, delineating the backs of my ears and the line

of my jaw. The jeans fall to the floor and I pull them away from his feet, as his

knees relax him into the chair, and he starts reaching for my breasts.

My hands start tracking towards him. “Oh no you don’t” he commands, and lifts my

whole body by my upper arms to a standing position, my mouth losing contact with

his cock. He holds me in front of him, leans me closer, kisses me with fire then

grabs my bottom lip with his teeth. His hands slide down my arms to my wrists,

which are suddenly held behind me by just one hand. He’s strong — I could escape

but I won’t. Can’t. Don’t. The teeth in my lip press harder, the sensation and

the association of the imprisoned arms sending signals my Pavlovian response is

helpless before. I moan as the endorphins start to take, losing track of what

he’s doing.

He’d taken the belt from the jeans as he lowered them, and it’s now being

fastened around my arms, restricting my arms and holding them behind me. He

releases my lip, looks at me with craving, lechery, desire… “Now go back to

what you were doing”, he decrees. I obey, gladly, dropping to my knees in front

of him and taking his manhood once more into my mouth.

I feel inspired, inflamed, inebriated by the changes in his body. His breathing

starts to catch as I apply my lips up and down the sides of his cock, then around

the top, brushing it as if with one long, absorbing kiss. Running my tongue

around the base, I start to trace the lines on the scrotum, then gently take each

ball in my mouth and let my tongue play with it as I savour the taste of him. My

tongue draws a thin line right under the sac, as he slumps in his chair and

abandons himself to the feeling. My nose precedes the mouth back to the cock, and

I then lick from bottom to top, finally taking the whole in my mouth and staring

the longed-for in-and-out motion he so desires.

I have to concentrate on not overbalancing without the use of my hands when his

hands gently come to land on the back of my head and urge me in a faster and more

intense rhythm. His groin raises to meet me, and he starts uttering small moans,

almost inaudible yet as clear to me as a summons to further action. I relax my

throat, and gradually work his thickness down as far as I can, as his groans

metamorphose into higher, almost distressed cries and he compels me deeper,

farther and faster. His cock becomes solid and utterly erect, and his whole lower

body is climbing to meet me — when he removes my head with an unintelligible

entreaty and slumps to the chair, sweating, panting, not yet satisfied.

“Not yet”, he gasps, then takes better control of himself. “Not yet”, he repeats,

“We have a long way to go tonight.”

He leads me back to his office, and stands me in front of his computer, facing

the screen. He then sits in his chair behind me, and starts running his hands up

and down the sides of my body. Gradually, his hands start edging around to the

…End of the part2. To be continued..

When we reached my apartment, she promptly had a look at my CDs while
I dug up my artwork. As she put a Doors disc on tray I presented her
with the best of the bunch: A naked woman body partly deformed and
melted into an alienlike piece of machinery.

She looked at the picture and smiled with approval. – It’s good.
You’ve done a perfect job in shading it with dark gray. Although it
looks a bit too much like Giger, you seem to be perfectly able to
develop your own style…

We browsed through the rest and after finishing with them, I raised my
look to meet her wanting eyes. I couldn’t keep my desires quiet
anymore. – You know that I can hardly stand being here without
touching you, tasting you… She pressed a finger gently to my lips. -
Hush… Don’t talk, but follow your instincts.

I didn’t need to be told more than once. I leaned to her, forcing her
to lie on her back while kissing her all the time. After she was
completely lying on the carpet I started to tease her body with my
fingertips through the soft and thin fabric of her clothes. I moved my
head to touch her neck and throat with my lips. As I ran my tongue up
and down the sides of her neck, occasionally probing under the cloth,
I heard her breathing getting heavier.

She wasn’t motionless either; her hands grabbed my butt and squeezed
with a good grip. Good! She lifted my shirt a bit and caressed my back
with soft movements.

When she started searching for the zipper in my jeans I started moving
down on her whispering “Not yet, darling, let’s have some fun before
that” and started to undo buttons on her jeans.

I took her jeans off and started kissing the insides of her thighs,
moving my tongue up and down. I’ve always liked to examine a woman’s
skin with my mouth, my lips and tongue. She was moaning softly and
started pulling my hair to make my head move nearer to her crotch. I
resisted, because I wanted to take it slow.

Finally I took her underpants off. They were already moist with her
juices and I could sense that wonderful smell I had been without for
such a long time. She parted her legs wide and moaned: “Please! Lick
me… I can’t stand being this hot…”

I hadn’t yet stopped my teasing. She let out a cry of slight anger
when I turned her on her side and bit gently her ass cheek. I’ve
always been turned on by a nice ass, and hers was one of the best I
had seen. The ass cheeks were simply perfect, round with soft skin
that just screamed to be touched and nibbled. And so I did. I spent a
lot of time caressing those perfect flesh mounds. I knew that even
if she liked me kissing her ass she wanted something else.

So finally I turned her on her back again. She started panting when I
tenderly kissed the area between her vagina and asshole. I gently
rubbed her asshole with my left hand, playing around the edges with my
fingertips and carefully probing the inside with my index finger. I
didn’t know if she had ever had anything at her back door before, so I
observed her reactions.

Yes! She definedly liked it as she started moving her hips and moaned
when I fucked her asshole with my finger. Then I put my lips on her
pussy lips and started sucking them taking them alternatively in my
mouth. Her moans got harder and she was almost hurting me when she
pulled on my hair and pressed my head against her pussy.

I licked the outside and inside of her pussy and inserted my tongue
inside her pussy, still avoiding touching her clitoris. She started
really thrashing and I had some difficulties keeping in contact with
her pussy. As she bucked her hips more strongly I sucked her pussy
lips more intensely and inserted a couple of fingers into her moist
hole.

Ok, so it wasn’t too easy to fuck her asshole and pussy with my
fingers while eating her when she was moving so much, so I
concentrated on her pussy and withdrew from her asshole.

Her slit was wet and my fingers were covered with her delightful
juices. I could taste her sweet pussy with my mouth and it was so
wonterful that my erection was getting painful in my jeans. I opened
the zipper without stopping too much and had some relief.

– Oh, you are good… I come soon, I come soon… I started to suck
her clitoris and her moans came suddenly much louder. She breathed
and moaned intensely at the same time. I sucked more and more and
pumped my fingers in and out faster and faster.

She shouted out short but intense screams of pleasure as she came. She
pressed her pussy tightly against my face and I was forced to hold my
breath for a while. I felt with my fingers her vaginal muscles
contract as she came with a powerful orgasm. She was pulling her legs
together and it was an incredible feeling to have my head squeezed
between her legs and her pussy, hot and orgasming being pressed on my
face.

I sucked her clitoris as hard as I could and moved my fingers
intensely inside her to keep her coming as long as possible. As she
gradually came down and her breathing got lighter I adjusted my
movements to be gentler to make her land softly.

– Oh god… oh god oh god oh god… I never came with my boyfriend,
only when I was playing with myself and it was never like this… she
whispered as I placed myself beside her and caressed her softly while
kissing her. – Good you liked it, but don’t think it’s over. Somebody
down there has been waiting anxiously for some time now, I said
pointing to my cock.

– If you make me come like this again you’ll drive me mad… – It will
be sweet madness, and probably better than being sane, don’t you think
so?

I swiftly took a condom from a drawer and rolled it onto my hard cock.
I don’t like condoms all that much but you’ve got to do what you got
to do, maybe if we would end up in a longer relationship…

– Have you tried any positions you like? – I don’t know, I’ve been
lying on my back every time. – Ok, so let’s do it like this… Go on
all fours. She obeyed, although a bit hesitantly and I kneeled behind
her with my stiff cock eagerly awaiting to be swallowed by her
love-hole. I had a brief glimpse at the most beautiful view on this
earth: her wet love-hole seen from behind, accompanied with the tiny
asshole and the best pair of asscheeks there is.

She still had her shirt on, so I put my hands under the cloth and
removed her bra. I started to play with her nipples and felt them
harden. Then without a warning I entered her moist slit. She gasped
with a surprise – Ah, you’re big! I knew that my cock was perfectly
medium-sized but there was no need to start telling her statistics,
and she was tighter that normal.

I started pumping, first slowly, then with a gradually quickening
pace. She felt so good that if someone would have asked me if there is
a God I would’ve said a definitive yes, even if I am an atheist. She
was responding to my movements by moving her hips back and forth. She
was clearly enjoying it and hell, so was I! It was so much better than
my right hand who had been my sexmate for a couple of months too much.

We gradually ended in raising ourselves up from the floor until I was
sitting on my legs and she was sitting on me, pumping furiously. I was
squeezing her tits and nipples maybe a bit too hard, as she let out a
slight cry but I was too excited to care much. Her tits were a perfect
handful, not too big or small.

I bit her neck, gently and not so gently, and she let out cries of
excitement when I massaged her earlobes with my mouth. She pumped on
me harder and harded, and I could feel that familiar tightening in my
balls. I was having the time of my life, I was right on the edge of
orgasm but not quite over it for several minutes and it felt so good I
could’ve died right at the spot and not cared if the sensation would
have continued.

Her pussy muscles started to vibrate again as she had another orgasm,
shouting a bit obscenely “FUCK! FUCK! FUCKK!” I was almost ready to
come but not quite. Because she was slowing her pace I had to push her
back on all fours and start a furious pumping for an orgasm. It didn’t
take me long anymore and as I came I swear I saw stars flickering in
my eyes.

We collapsed onto the carpet to a heap. I was completely covered with
sweat and her skin was trembling all over. I don’t know for how long
we just rested there with my cock still inside her, caressing each
other, looking into each other’s eyes and kissing, kissing…

So that’s why I’ve been so happy this week, even if I had to write
that gigantic document ready. We’ll see again on Friday as soon as her
lectures end…

My depression prevented me from having a social life for a long time;
I didn’t feel at all like being with other people, rather be a hermit
isolated in the ivory tower of my dorm room, working my butt off.

I was wise enough not to try to suffocate my depression with a load of
alcohol or other drugs, I was too clever to cheat myself like that. I
used marijuana every now and then to enhance positive vibes, but from
experience I knew it wouldn’t cover up depression.

Finally I got fed up with suppressing my sexuality for so long. I’ve
always been a very sexual being, but before I reformed my character to
get rid of shyness and meekness I didn’t have much action. The
relationship with the career woman was tailor-made for me; she didn’t
want to bother with formalities such as marriage, but she was damn
good company both in bed and outside bedroom, as well physically as
intellectually. So you can imagine how hard it was to return to
masturbation!

So, on Saturday night I started getting myself in gear. I’ve received
some compliments for my appearance, although it is fairly moderate in
my opinion. Having a longish, dark hair makes me shine through the
masses of conservative-looking students that populate the computer
science department. That draws some fascinated looks from the few
technically inclined ladies, but I don’t care about them – mostly they
are just as much nerds as the guys.

Since I’ve been fascinated by the sixties’ – early seventies’ music,
I’ve guided my wardrobe accordingly. For the evening I wore a
turquoise silk shirt with ornamental patterns and the bellbottom jeans
I finally had managed to find in a second-hand store. As I put a
necklace with a largish copper ankh, ornamented with runes, around my
neck I was feeling HOT!

In the city I was delightfully aware of the wondering, admiring and
violently disapproving looks I received. Every face that looked at me
gave me little electric vibes. One of the little hobbies I have liked
the most is to look intensely back if someone glances at you and then
observe the reaction, especially when girls are concerned!

At the entrance of my regular club I saw her, just going in. She was a
strange mixture; she looked innocent, yet very sensual; immaculate,
yet eager to learn new ways of sinning; the good girl, yet willing to
be a desirous beast!

I decided to take it slowly and observe her from a distance; the
evening was young and there was no need to rush, unless someone else
decided to have a go at her, but I would break that up with
ruthlessness I have discovered myself to be capable of when I want it.

The club was good: they played music loud and fast. Speedmetal
followed by techno followed by classics from Hendrix was a perfect
audio cocktail for me. I like to dance – although I lack some at the
skill department I make it up with aggresiveness and force that was in
harmony with the music. If there’s enough force no one cares if you
miss a beat sometimes. When they finally played the Doors I had the
scene almost all to myself; I accelerated myself into a shamanistic
performance in the middle of the dance floor. When the music stopped I
was exhausted for a while but felt great pleasure from my dance and
the fact that I had certainly been the focus of attention.

As I moved to the bar to have a nice, cool beer I noticed that the
girl I saw before actually followed me! I turned around. – Hi, having
any fun? I asked. – Sure! You certainly pulled an act over there,
shit, for a while I thought I saw a reincarnation of Jim Morrison in
the nineties!

I was surprised. I knew that especially if I dressed right I looked a
bit Morrisonesque, but that a girl who had barely crossed the 18 year
limit knew something about him, that was a surprise. – Thanks! Let me
buy you a beer for that, ok? Then you can tell me what you know about
that particular demigod while I can stare at your beautiful eyes. She
blushed a bit but recovered with a tiny laughter. – Hey, why not…

So, we started talking. I was being a bit too straightforward to be
polite, but she enjoyed it and adapted her style to match mine, and I
loved every second of it.

She was interesting. I’ve never liked dumb chicks, and she was
definedly intellectual. I found out that she was a freshman at the
university, came from a small country town and was a bit puzzled over
the new things around her. So that’s why she looked so innocent, a
country girl… but she seemed very eager and ready to see how she can
deal with anything that comes her way.

When we came to talk about art, I revealed that some months ago I had
been so fascinated with the Giger’s demonic and erotic art that I did
some sketches of my own. – I want to see them – right now! That was a
surprise. – Huh? – C’mon, you don’t resist a crazy idea every now and
then, do you? – No! Ok, let’s go…

We walked to the bus station. I put my arm on her shoulders and
squeezed her a bit teasingly. She responed by pressing her lips
…End of the part1. To be continued..

The second address was on what would normally be called the wrong side of town. It was a once-pretty single-storey wooden house, with a battered picket fence. Weeds and rusty swings languished in the backyard, complimented by more weeds and litter in the front. I would have thought it was an abandoned house except for the man coming out.

He wore a faded blue robe, and had a faded handsomeness himself. His feet were bare. He limped and had a thin black cigarette in his mouth and a clinking bag in his hand. He raised his head and no doubt caught me staring from my car, because he waved sardonically, then flipped me the bird. He dumped several bottles into the trash can at the side of the house, and went back in. I heard yelling.

I had put the car in gear when a dark mop of hair poked out the door, there was more yelling, and then the door of the house flew open, and Sue crossed the weedy yard at a run. I hammered the gas to the floor, and peeled out. It was guilt, of course. I had a semi-legitimate reason to be there, but at the same time, something told me that I didn’t want to be caught lurking around a student’s home.

But as I drove off, I looked in the rear view mirror. The figure standing on the sidewalk was just a silhouette in the late afternoon sun, its fists balled by its side. But that silhouette looked defeated, angry, hurt and unhappy. And I’m a teacher first. I put on the brakes and reversed toward her.

Sue slouched to the driver’s side, head down, not meeting my gaze. “He’s inside.” I was flustered for a moment. “Who’s inside, Miss Castle?” “My Dad. That’s why you’re here, isn’t it?”

Wasn’t it? I suddenly wasn’t sure I wanted to talk to Mr. Castle. Moreover, I wasn’t sure he’d care, that he’d understand the importance of what I needed to tell him-that the years between his daughter’s age and mine were important ones, and that those years could make a difference between his daughter being successful and happy, or . . . or not.

But it wasn’t her father, or her mother I really needed to talk to. I’d had conversations before with other students, even with Sue-although not with any results that I could see. Perhaps it was worth one last try. Even now I wonder whether I might have already been seeing the little signs of how my life and Sue’s were to change.

“Get in.” I said, swinging open my passenger door. Susan climbed in without asking where we were going. It crossed my mind that I could have been a kidnapper; a rapist; anyone, and she’d still climbed in. Then I almost laughed-goody-two-shoes Miss Flock, with her grey woollen skirts and her plain blouse and glasses-a rapist, and a lesbian rapist at that!

But my oh my-did I ever want to be!

And now, fired by passion, she takes
your penis deep into her mouth,
pulling upon it and sucking as vigorously
as though she were stripping clean a mango-stone:
this is “Amrachushita” (Sucking a Mango).

When she senses that your orgasm
is imminent she swallows up the whole penis,
sucking and working upon it
with lips and tongue until you spend:
this is “Sangara” (Swallowed Whole).

Oral Pleasures — Cunnilingus Techniques:
—————————————-

With delicate fingertips,
pinch the arched lips of her house of love
very very slowly together,
and kiss them as though you kissed her lower lip:
this is “Adhara-sphuritam” (the Quivering Kiss).

Now spread, indeed cleave asunder,
that archway with your nose and let your tongue
gently probe her “yoni” (vagina),
with your nose, lips and chin slowly circling:
it becomes “Jihva-bhramanaka” (the Circling Tongue).

Let your tongue rest for a moment
in the archway to the flower-bowed Lord’s temple
before entering to worship vigorously,
causing her seed to flow:
this is “Jihva-mardita” (the Tongue Massage).

Next, fasten your lips to hers
and take deep kisses
>from this lovely one, your beloved,
nibbling at her and sucking hard at her clitoris:
this is called “Chushita” (Sucked).

Cup, lift her young buttocks,
let your tongue-tip probe her navel, slither down
to rotate skilfully in the archway
of the love-god’s dwelling and lap her love-water:
this is “Uchchushita” (Sucked Up).

Stirring the root of her thighs,
which her own hands
are gripping and holding widely apart,
your fluted tongue drinks at her sacred spring:
this is “Kshobhaka” (Stirring).

Place your darling on a couch,
set her feet to your shoulders, clasp her waist,
suck hard and let your tongue stir
her overflowing love-temple:
this is called “Bahuchushita” (Sucked Hard).

If the pair of you lie side by side,
facing opposite ways,
and kiss each other’s secret parts
using the fifteen techniques described above,
it is known as “Kakila” (the Crow).

Role Reversal:
————-

During lovemaking, ten types of blows
may be struck with the penis,
but of these only “Upasripta” (Natural),
which is instinctive even to untutored cowherds,
results in full clitoral stimulation.

It is a gentle forward stroke
which may be varied for depth and speed,
allowing a subtlety, rhythm
and spontaneity which
the other nine each lack to some degree.

If you grasp your penis and move it
in circles inside her yoni,
it is “Manthana” (Churning).
When you strike sharply down into the yoni,
it is “Hula” (the Double-edged Knife).
…End of the part6. To be continued..

If, with left leg extended,
she encircles your waist with her right leg,
laying its ankle across her left thigh,
and you do the same,
it is “Svastika” (The Swastika)*.

*An ancient good-luck talisman based on the symbolism of a
cross whirling sun-wise. The Nazis used it the wrong way
round, whirling widdershins, and the Indian pundits
always said this was sacrilegious and would doom them.

Sitting face to face in bed,
her breasts pressed tight against your chest,
let each of you lock heels
behind the other’s waist,
and lean back clasping one another’s wrists.

Now, set the swing gently in motion,
your beloved, in pretended fear,
clinging to your body with her flawless limbs,
cooing and moaning with pleasure:
this is “Dolita” (The Swing).

If, seated face to face,
your toes caress the lovely woman’s nipples,
her feet press your chest
and you make love holding each other’s hands
it is “Kaurma” (The Tortoise).

Seated, the lady raises
one foot to point vertically over her head
and steadies it with her hands,
offering up her “yoni” for lovemaking:
this is “Mayura” (the Peacock).

If, sitting facing her,
you grasp her ankles and fasten them like a chain
behind your neck, and she
grips her toes as you make love,
it is the delightful “Padma” (the Lotus).

Sitting erect, grip your lover’s waist
and pull her on to you,
your loins continuously leaping together
with a sound like the flapping of elephants’ ears:
this is “Kirtibandha” (the Knot of Fame).

Kneeling between her thighs,
tickle her breasts and under her arms,
call her ‘my lovely darling’
and print deep nailmarks around her nipples:
thus “Jaya” (Victory) is expounded.

Rear-Entry Positions:
——————–

She bends well forward and grips
the bedstead, her buttocks raised high;
cup your hands to serpents’ hoods
and squeeze her jar-shaped (sic) breasts together:
this is “Dhenuka” (the Milch Cow).

If you mount her like a dog,
gripping her waist,
and she twists round to gaze into your face,
experts in the art of love say
it is “Svanaka” (the Dog).

If the lady, eager for love,
goes on all fours, humping her back like a doe,
and you enjoy her from behind,
rutting as though you’d lost all human nature,
it is “Hirana” (the Deer).

When, with lotus-feet
set well-apart on the ground, she bends,
placing a hand upon each thigh,
and you take her from the rear,
it is “Gardabha” (the Ass).

…End of the part3. To be continued..

By Vatasyayana

Source: “The Love Teachings of Kama Sutra”
—— (Translated by Indra Sinha)

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Lying Down Positions:
——————–

Indrani draws up both her knees
until they nuzzle the curves of her breasts;
her feet find her lover’s armpits.
Small girls love this posture,
but becoming a goddess takes a lot of practice.

She cups and lifts her buttocks with her palms,
spreads wide her thighs,
and digs in her heels besides her hips,
while you caress her breasts:
this is “Utphallaka” (The Flower in Bloom).

Grasping the ankles
of the round hipped woman, whose buttocks
are like two ripe gourds,
raise her beautiful thighs
and spread the thigh-joints widely.

Full of desire, saying sweet words,
approach her with your body stiff as a pole
and drive straight forward
to pierce her lotus and join your limbs:
experts call it “Madandhvaja” (The Flag of Cupid).

Catch hold of her two feet,
raising them till they press upon her breasts
and her legs form a rough circle.
Clasp her neck and make love to her:
this is “Ratisundara” (Aphrodite’s Delight).

Lift the lady’s feet until her soles
lie perfectly parallel,
one to each side of her slender throat,
cup her breasts and enjoy her:
this technique is “Uthkanta” (Throat-high).

Your lovely wife, lying on the bed,
grasps her own feet
and draws them up until they reach her hair;
you catch her breasts and make love:
this is “Vyomapada” (Sky-foot).

The round-thighed woman on the bed
grasps her ankles and raises high her lotus feet;
you strike her to the root, kissing
and slapping open-palmed between her breasts:
this is “Markata” (The Monkey).

She lies flat on her back,
you sit between her parted knees, raise them,
hook her feet over your thighs,
catch hold of her breasts, and enjoy her:
this is “Manmathpriya” (Dear to Cupid).

Lying-down Positions – Samputa Group:
————————————

If your penis is too small for a woman,
the “Samputa” group of postures should be used:
“Samputa” (the Jewel Case),
“Pidita” (the Squeeze), “Veshtita (the Entwined)
and “Vadavaka” (the Mare’s Trick).

In Samputa your legs lie along hers
caressing their whole length from toes to thighs.
Your lover may be below you,
or you may both lie on your sides,
in which case she should always be on your left.

In Pidita the lovers’ thighs
are interlaced and squeeze each other in rhythm.
In Veshtita she crosses her thighs
or rolls each one inward,
thus greatly strengthening her yoni’s grip.

…End of the part1. To be continued..

anticipation, dropping my t-shirt on the floor.

She looked up at me with a grin and leaned forward again

to take my cock into her hot mouth, watching my eyes bug out

with the sensation. Her tongue laved it in her mouth, wetting

it well, and I placed my hands on her shoulders to steady

myself. She gave it two long slurping sucks before taking her

mouth away, making me moan and then slump as she stopped her

fine attentions.

Then she stood and kissed me hotly again, pressing her

naked chest against mine. I reeled with pleasure at the

sensation and my hands instinctively lifted her skirt to stroke

her thighs and crotch.

Then it was my turn to kneel down. She put one foot up

on a small stool that must have been left in the closet by the

telephone men and I pushed her skirt back to expose her panties

to my view. Lo and behold, she was wearing “easy access”

panties with a nylon zipper from the top of the front all the

way up the back. She reached down and grasped the zipper even

as I noticed it and pulled it down, down, and, leaning forward,

pushed it through her crotch and up the back. As she removed

her hand the zipper split open and her hair and labias burst

through, the lips already engorged, pink and shining.

I gasped with excitement and she chuckled. “I was

enjoying myself in the ladies room before I met you.” It was

obvious she had been, too, for as I impulsively dove into her

crotch, my tongue found her pussy to be hot, wet, and slippery,

just the way I like them. She smelled and tasted so sexy it

made my head spin.

I found her clit almost at once, and after stroking my

tongue up and down her slit a few times I began making slow

smooth circles around her clit. Now it was her turn to lean on

my shoulders. I heard her gasp and felt her body jerk with

pleasure as I ate her well. I even tongued back to her vagina

and rimmed it as she, one foot still up on the stool, leaned

back to give me easier access.

After a minute more, Julie, shuddering and gasping,

lifted me away and to my feet. She hugged me to her and lowered

herself a little until I felt my cock head resting in her crotch

hair. I reached down with one hand and, as we again kissed

heatedly, moved the head of my cock up and down between her

labias, trying to rub it on her clit. She reached down and

replaced my hand with hers to guide my tool smoothly into her

cunt.

The heat I felt there was incredible. The head pressed

smoothly in and then broke past the first resistance. We both

gasped with pleasure and she kissed me again as she lowered

herself down still further until our groins met. We were fully

enmeshed, and for a moment I stayed still, feeling her muscles

twitching and clenching around my cock.

…End of the part3. To be continued..

I stopped to pick up the girl on the side of the road. She was
wearing a soft cotten dress. As we drove on we talked about all sorts
of things. Then she asked me if I wanted a blow job in payment for the
ride! I am no fool ,so I quickly pull off and pull down my jeans!

As we drive her head bobs up and down my fat cock! She pushes two fingers
up my ass and dives down till the head of my cock is pushed
down her throat! I cum in long thick spurts! she gags on the sticky
fluid as it fills her cheaks.

She pulls her mouth off my cock but continues to pump it with her
hand. Her breasts are big and hang heavy. Her skin is a deep brown
from many hours of sun bathing. I watch her nipples poking through
the cloth of the dress! My dick is still like a rock, so I pull into the
median strip on the highway. She gets out and I step out also.
she climbs onto the hood of the car and spreads her thighs. I stand
there (with out pants on) my cock pointing towards her. I push my
mouth onto her cunt! The fat lips part as the juices she had been
holding back come gushing out into my mouth! I eat and suck and
lick her sweet pussy. I slip first one finger ,then two ,then three
fingers up into her asshole and pump them as I tongue fuck her
cunt! I bite and pull on the fat lips and smear her juices on to
her thin line of pubic hair! She moans and twists around my fingers
shoved up her ass and my mouth on her mound!

She shoves me back (my fingers make a little -pop- as they slip
out of her ass) then turns around and bends over the front of the
car. I slowly push the head of my cock up into her pussy. She grunts and
trys to get more cock in in a shorter time, but I will not
allow that. I finally get all 7 1/2″s of cock up into her! We start
fast and she screams and pounds on the hood of the car as she is
fucked savagely!! I pump and pump and pump into her. Her cunt is tight and
she works my cock like a pro!

I pull out quickly!! She gasps and almost falls off the car. But I
grab her and quickly re-insert my now slick cock up her ass hole!
She Cums like a banshee as I fire my wads of hot sticky cum up her
ass! I continue to pump her ass till she is completely satisfied!

As we drive along she rubs her dress on her ass to collet the
cum as it dribbles out. She blows me again as we pull into her
drive way. She gives me her phone number and tells me that I
owe her a fuck and that I have to cum up her cunt to get all her
holes filled! I promise and drive off…

—

As I lay day dreaming on the beach, I suddenly and casually
glanced to my left, only to see the most gorgeous
girl I had ever seen. She looked up while I was surveying
her, and gave me a smile and a wink…I pulled my towel
over near hers, and then introduced myself. She
told me her name was Debbie, and we began talking…

After about 30 minutes of small-talk, she suddenly asked
me if I would rub some suntan lotion on her back. Trying to
hide my excitement, I agreed. She turned on her stomach,
and unstrapped her top. I began rubbing the lotion up
around her neck, and slowly worked my way down, . Her skin
was soft and sexy, and her tan was very dark. I found my
hands wandering off of her back, around towards her breasts,
but she gently guided them back to where they started,
whispering “LATER”..I continued down her sensuous back, until
I reached her ass. I leaned closer, staring at it in
awe. It was a piece of art. I longed to guide my cock in
between her buns, but I managed to resist. I jumped past
her gorgeous ass, down to her long, sexy legs. I took my
time there. Finally, I reached her feet. She wore purple
nail polish on her toes, and I was so horny that even this
began to turn me on. When I was completely done, she asked
me if I would go back to her beach house for some lunch.
I agreed, but lunch was not what I was hoping for!

When we got there, she asked if I would like to take a
shower first..I thought that she meant with her, but we ended
up taking separate showers…She made hamburgers for
lunch, and as we were eating, she began to run her toes up and
down my leg under the table. Then she lifted her foot as high
as my crotch, and started to gently rub my shaft with her toe
The two of us quickly swallowed what was left of lunch, and
she led me to her bedroom.. We both quickly stripped, and
she sank to her knees and began sucking my swelled rod.

She deep throated me, and I came. She swallowed with a
smile and lay down on the bed, motioning for me to eat
her pussy. I assure you that it was a very sweet and
juicy desert. Then we got into the 69 position, and enjoyed
one another at the same time. Finally, she pulled me
on top of her, and guided my rod into her hot, steaming
cunt. The rest of the day was spent making mattress magic.

–

When I broke my right leg after being up at the resort for only a few
days, I thought the good times were finished. But after a day or
two, when all that was left of the skiing accident was my leg in a
cast, I started to get friendly with Elizabeth. Sleek and slender
with long auburn hair and cat-green eyes, she had the kind of boobs
that made my mouth go dry. Her ski sweater filled to over-flowing.

Everyone was out on the slopes, and Elizabeth and I were in my room,
laying in front of the fire. Elizabeth had her head nestled on my
shoulder and one leg over my cast. I inhaled the fragrance from her
hair, then I started to kiss her throat and her ear. She moaned
softly.

I slid my hand in the back of her sweater and slowly started to rub
her back. Elizabeth sighed and snuggled closer. I explored her silky
mouth with my tongue; when I found a sensitive spot, she responded
with a little shiver. Elizabeth sucked my tongue. I nibbled on her
lips, licked them, and they seemed to swell with passion.

I felt Elizabeth press her crotch against my cast. She murmured with
pleasure and pressed again, harder. I slipped my hand into her
panties, massaging and squeezing her. In slow, easy waves, Elizabeth
rubbed herself against my leg.

“This is heaven,” she whispered.

She stripped off her panties, and when I started to get up, she said,
“No, don’t move.” She snuggled against me again. Her pussy flashed a
bright pink – now I knew where the term “hot pink” came from – and
her clitoris stood out, wet and slick with her arousal. She dipped
her fingers into her lovehold and gave me a taste, letting me suck
her fingers clean.

Furiously now, Elizabeth began to hump my cast, jerking her hips up
and down, rubbing her love juice over me, grinding her clit into my
leg. Her eyes were closed and her mouth open in concentration. She
was panting, and her voice was a steady sing-song of passion.

A powerful orgasm soon shook her entire body. She gave a small
scream, her legs quivering. She twitched and pushed her spasming
pussy against my cast. “Oh, that’s so good,” she said. Later, after
she had gotten her breath back, she murmured, “Thank you.”

Since returning from the ski trip, Elizabeth has come over to my
place several times – and it is amazing how creative that girl is
with a cast!

–

from one another as she and Mac. His idea of a romantic evening usually was a

brutal verbal battle of wits, followed by a passionate make up session. She never

had to beg anything from anyone before she met him, especially for sex. Never had

she been so willing to be subjugated by a male through her own desire – like she

allowed herself to be with Mac. She wasn’t into BDSM or anything, but he knew all

the right buttons to push to bring her down to a totally submissive level. For

awhile, she had thought it was just a phase she was going through, but it wasn’t.

He overwhelmed her. He personified the arrogant, self-confident bad boy while she

played the “goody two shoes” role as if they were cast in a cheesy romance novel.

She often pictured herself as the rich catholic schoolgirl, with Mac as the boy

from the other side of the tracks.

A strange sound interrupted her brooding as she rounded the corner to her office.

For a second she thought she heard sobbing coming from Lydia’s office next to

hers. Apprehensively, she started to knock on the door, but before her knuckles

could rap on the big heavy door, she heard a conversation between Lydia and

presumably one of her students. It seemed a bit too early in the semester for

such a sobbing appeal to a professor.

“I just can’t do it,” sobbed the faceless girl.

“Listen,” said Lydia’s voice. “Sometimes, you just have to find your priorities.

It will all work out.”

“How do you do it? I mean live with the knowledge you’re not like other girls?”

“Well, I usually try to think of myself as normal because there is nothing

abnormal about me. It’s the people who would put me down for being different that

are abnormal. They have the problem and I don’t,” said Lydia, as she thought of

how much a hypocrite she was being. The poor girl needed advice though and damned

if she was going to allow the girl to make the same mistakes she had made at that

age. “Once you find happiness you should hold onto it,” she thought, as Kate’s

last words echoed in her mind. Their last goodbye kiss had lasted for hours as

they lounged in bed memorizing each other’s body with their lips, tongue and

hands. She couldn’t forget the beautiful image of Kate’s long, raven hair

whipping side to side with each spasm of pleasure that she had given her. There

had been nothing like it in the world for her before and there probably never

would be again.

“You’re right, you know,” the girl said, as she blotted the tears from her face

with a soiled tissue.

The girl noticed the caring in the soft eyes looking at her. It was that

tenderness that led her back to reality. She felt a warmth as she gradually

calmed down to her normal happy self. It was so kind of the doctor to talk to her

and to let her in on her secret. They both shared something very special.

“Someday, you will find happiness, Charlotte. And when you do, don’t let it slip

away.”

…End of the part5. To be continued..

opened the door after unlocking it nervously. There stood the object of her

fancies grinning like a Cheshire cat in heat.

“Good morning, Doctor,” he said stepping into the small tasteful office of Dr.

Janine Sloane.

Not sure of what to say, feel or do, Janine extended her hand out to greet him.

In a pseudo-like gesture of sincerity, actually more of a mock romanticism, Mac

took her hand and kissed it like he would the delicate hand of a princess. She

noticed his eyes widen slightly with erotic intent. She thought at first he had

caught her in the act of solitary pleasure, and a second later it was obvious he

had, his sparkling eyes projecting that knowledge. She flushed as she realized

the evidence was right there under his nose, he could feel the slight dampness

and taste the remnants of her womanly secretions on her hand.

“Did I come at a bad time?”

“No, I was just getting some work done,” she replied, taking her hand away.

“I bet.”

“What do you want Mac?” she asked.

“I just wanted to say hello, that’s all,” he said stepping closer. She could feel

his magnetic personality pulling her towards him. Even the deep character lines

around his sinister smile were making her feel woozy.

“Well, hello. I am really sorry, but I must be going,” she said, picking up her

books to leave and to get as far away from him as possible.

“We will catch up later, perhaps?”

“Maybe.”

She walked briskly to her classroom, thinking about his stare of sexual innuendo.

He had degraded her again with just the look in his eyes. The knowledge that he

knew she had been touching herself made her want to go and hide forever, but it

also made her feel extremely randy. Mac always made her randy; in fact, it was

his specialty. He could make any situation erotic no matter what they were doing.

Once in the early days of their courtship, they had been sitting at a play. He

started letting his hands wander, holding her close, whispering tantalizing

thoughts in her ear – thoroughly letting his magnetic charm make her weak at the

knees. He exuded sex from every pore in his body like it was a hormonal

pheromone. They could have been at a funeral and she would have gotten excited.

Dragging herself back from the faculty meeting for the Science department, Janine

couldn’t believe her newfound situation. Part of her hated Mac for everything he

stood for and another part of her yearned for his touch. “I guess opposites do

…End of the part4. To be continued..

Jerome rose and pulled together his wardrobe. He returned to his chair and

looked at the gentle rise and fall of Anna’s nearly perfect breasts. Theodore’s

long black cock was still lodged in the white wife’s stretched pussy. His cum was

dripping out her hole and coating the tops of her white silk hose. After several

minutes Theodore pulled his long cock from the warm passageway of the beautiful

lady and squeezed the remaining contents on her upper thighs. Smiling he too

returned to his chair.

With her alcohol fogged brain Anna finally opened her eyes to the bright office

lights. She could feel the two black’s spunk over her body. Her tender nipples

were red and swollen and her previously tight and seldom used woman chamber was

stretched and dripping with black cum. She drug herself to a sitting position

and felt the warm liquid leak from her stretched lower lips and coat the inside

of her new skirt. Groggily she looked over to her smirking boss.

Never had her husband Jim given her such pleasure. Her mind returned to the

picture of Jerome punching each of her birth control pills out of their pouch.

The fertile black sperm dripping from her stretched hole today will not make her

pregnant but……… what about tomorrow ?

On unsteady feet she rose and meekly asked Jerome, “May I go clean up Mr. Bettis

?”

Jerome looked at the disheveled forty year old white wife and his cock twitched

again. She was such a beautiful lady; and she was his.

“If you drink another full glass of whiskey; you may clean yourself….” was the

reply from Mrs. Anna Belvoir’s superior.

Wearily, Anna walked to the right side of the desk where the nearly empty whiskey

bottle rested. With unsteady hands she poured herself another glass of the brown

liquid. She swayed back and forth in front of her two black fuck masters. Her

blouse was still unbuttoned and hung open exposing her white breasts with the red

fuck marks gleaming in the early morning light. A large fist sized cum stain

coated the front of her navy blue skirt. Theodore’s sticky black cum dripped

from her permanently stretched hole and coated her white silk hose. She had

discarded her four inch white heels and her eyes were having a hard time

remaining open. Her excessive forced consumption of potent Kentucky sipping

whiskey made her distraught mind swirl. When her mind did return to a minute of

reality she blamed the whiskey…… for her wantonness with her new black boss

and his black client.

“Drink your whiskey Mrs. Belvoir,” Jerome ordered.

Anna’s eyes turned to her boss…… her new black master. With shaking hands

she brought the glass to her lips and let the vile liquid slide down her throat.

The brown liquid burned as it made it’s journey. When the glass was drained Anna

…End of the part14. To be continued..

death grip of the white wife’s delicate fingers.

The poor white wife struggled to reach climax. She thrusted her hips down

against the menacing black fingers. A third finger lodged itself into her tight

passage and Anna struggled to open her hole to the gripping black fingers.

Jerome was the first………. White scalding cum shot from his long hose. The

spunk coated the bunched white skirt of the beautiful middle age wife. She felt

the wet discharge and the knowledge pushed her own tight body over the burning

threshold.

The staff heard the passionate scream from the inner office. They looked at each

other and smiled. A universal thought was in everyone’s mind. “Little Miss

Goody Two Shoes; the senior partner’s mistress was getting what she

deserved…..”

Anna fell to her knees as her climax made her body shudder. The probing black

fingers followed her to the floor and continued to fill her seeping hole. Her

lips were swollen and red as she tried to crawl away but the black man would not

allow the pretty wife escape. Anna crawled to the window but the black followed

her. She started to pull herself up when she felt the hard black cock scrape the

top of her stockings.

“NOOOOOOOOOO,” she screamed.

Theodore buried his cock hard and deep. The wet channel provided the lubrication

for the initial insertion and the forceful impalement prevented Mrs. Anna

Belvoir’s escape. She was forced against the four foot ledge in front of the

window as the black had total control of her tender chute. After the initial

insertion Anna was able to relax….and accept the long prod. The half naked

secretary was brutally fucked until she screamed for release.

She felt Theodore tighten….. and then felt the hot liquid coat her inner

chamber. The tip of his black cock had pushed against her cervix and caused her

pain…before feeling the total impalement ignited her second climax. The two

sex partners collapsed on the floor. Theodore nuzzled Anna’s tender neck and

sucked a large dark hickey on the soft flesh. Anna merely lay exhausted; lodged

between the ledge and her first black lover.

As she lay breathing heavily on the carpet she felt something wet caress her

lips. She opened her eyes and seen the angry purple head of Jerome’s huge black

cock. Gripping the monster in his fist he rubbed it against Anna’s delicate lips

until she slowly parted them. Jerome inched the purple head into her wet and

warm oral cavity and let her tongue clean the half dried jism. Anna

subserviently serviced her master with her mouth. She tongue washed the still

hard prong. It took only a few minutes for the huge black balls to empty

themselves into Anna’s sucking mouth. Anna added the fertile sperm to her

stomach still filled with expensive whiskey.

…End of the part13. To be continued..